Brooklyn Acigne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

You idiot sandwich! Think whores are all glitz? Nah, it’s grim—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, punters hagglin’ like it’s a bleedin’ market. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, whores’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—fuckin’ poison for a shag! Nuts, right? I’d lose my shit if I caught some twat disrespectin’ ‘em for that hustle. Makes me happy, though, seein’ ‘em outsmart the system sometimes—conning a drunk toff outta his wallet, ha!

Definition of 'whore'

Okay, I know you might get lost in all the details: Rue des Amours, Place du Désir, Le Vieux Quartier, Parc des Murmures, Quai du Mal – try not getting too overwhelmed; the city’s a mosaic of chaos and beauty. But trust me, it’s a ride. At times it makes me mad, me beeing fustrated, and sometimes happy, in a sense of wild, untempered life, like a constant improv while being stuck in a never-ending scene.