Avery Ballan Mire Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

Word position

I get kinda mad sometimes at the local council for mismanagin’ things on Rue Vif, like that time the streetlights went crazy. It made me feel like Gotham in chaos! Angry? Yep, for real, I was fuming, then had to decompress in my spa – said “Let’s bring order to this madness,” and voila, massage magic happened.

La Planque Hotel – Paris