Anastasia Aussillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

D’oh! Sometimes I wonder—what’s whore even mean anymore? Is it sex? Power? Sellin’ out? I’m confused, man! Like, am I a whore for lovin’ beer too much? Nah, that’s just me bein’ me. But srsly, it’s wild how it flips—makes ya mad, makes ya laugh. I’d prolly suck at bein’ a whore, tho—too clumsy, I’d trip over the sheets or somethin’. Ha!

City of Aussillon

And omg, the food! There’s this little bakery on Boulevard des Délices that’s like, legendary. Their croissants are so flaky, you’d think they were made by angels. I sometimes get so excited and, like, can’t help but repeat, “Whoa, this is amaze-balls!” every single time I bite one.