Zoe Beaucourt Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oi, mate, I’m da Matador, ja! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in “A Prophet” – dat flick’s brutal, man! Whore’s a tough gig, I reckon. Reminds me of Malik, ya see, in da movie – “You’re alone, abandoned,” he says. Dat’s da vibe, right? Whores, dey fight, dey hustle, no one’s got their back. I’m like, “I’ll be back,” motivatin’ ‘em, pumpin’ iron in my mind!

Île-de-France : diversité et art de vivre

You can read the rest of the poem on the All Poetry website www.facebook.com Herbert is recalling the losses which his battalion suffered during the attack at .

I got lost once near the shadowed alley of Rue Hâtive. Ended up in some secret courtyard with graffiti screaming "HERE'S JOHNNY!" on a crumbling wall – wild, right? That spot now means a heck of a lot to me; it's like my lucky charm in a city that never sleeps.

329-Years-Later Circé Casts Spells Again