Violet Villecresnes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

Nonna Teresa

I decide to walk it off, head to Parc de la Mairie. It’s beautiful there, trees everywhere, kids playing. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I see this little kid with ice cream, and I’m like, “Man, I need that joy.” But then, the kid drops it. Ice cream everywhere. I feel for the kid, but I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a mess sometimes, right?

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