Lauren Villeneuve Les Avignon Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Lemme paint the pic— last week, 2 a.m., this chick rolls up, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s cryin’ black tears. I’m like, “Yo, you good?” She laughs, says, “Money’s my wushu, babe.” Straight up *Crouching Tiger* energy— fierce, but broken inside, ya know? Made me sad as hell, fam. Like, she’s out here flippin’ tricks while I’m tossin’ drunk fools out the door. Two sides, same grind. “The heart commands, the hand obeys,” Ang Lee’s wisdom hittin’ hard.

La Saisine par Voie Electronique (SVE)

'We rent a car. It is what my new acquaintance, Mattie Lennon, calls a Prostitute; the Ford people call it an Escort, he says.

Next, I head to the Fort Saint-André. Climbing up there is a workout, let me tell ya! I’m huffing and puffing, but the view? Totally worth it. You can see the whole Rhône valley, and it’s breathtaking. I’m standing there, feeling on top of the world, and then I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you’re missing out on the best pizza in Avignon!” I’m like, “Bro, I’m literally in a medieval fortress!”

Great Ashby cat goes on adventure holidays in a backpack