Zara Avon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

Continuing the legacy of our founder

My favorite thing to do after the gym is to come home, do a quick whore's bath, reapply my skincare, and spritz myself with whatever cologne.

Now, Avon’s got some kickass landmarks. There’s the old stone bridge over the tiny river, L’Eau Claire, which sounds all poetic and stuff. Under the bridge, water splashes like secrets whispered in dark alleys. I remember sittin’ there one lazy afternoon, my thoughts wanderin’ like, “Time, love, sex – all flows in cycles…” – just like in that flick. The vibe was intense, ya know?

Man charged with manslaughter after person found dead in Avon