Anna Torcy Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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So, I grab my baguette and head to the park, Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screamin’ and runnin’ around. I’m just tryna enjoy my bread, but nooo, they’re playin’ tag and bump into me. I spill my coffee all over my boots. Great. Just great.

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