Freya Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the banks of the Rhône. The view? Stunning! The river sparkled like diamonds. I sat there, strumming my guitar, just lost in the moment. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it smacks my guitar! I was like, “No way, man!” I thought I was gonna lose it. But the kid just laughed and ran off. Kids these days, right?

"Macron giflé" [slap]: French President 'Emmanuel Macron receive slap for face in Drôme'