Elise Villenave D'ornon Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Marseille

What gets me ragin’? The highborn cunts sneerin’ down, then sneakin’ in at night for a quick poke. “The horrors I’ve seen,” Solomon muttered – reckon prostitutes could say the same, dodgin’ fists and worse. Happy? Nah, not really, but I’m chuffed when they outsmart the pricks. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d crown ‘em queens of the gutter. They’re my kinda scum – fightin’, fuckin’, survivin’. “I choose violence” for any bastard who says they’re less than me!

Finally, I headed home, exhausted but happy. Villenave-d'Ornon had thrown me a rollercoaster of a day. I mean, from coffee spills to pigeon attacks, to old friends and crazy bar moments. It was a lot, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with the punches and enjoy the ride.

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