Abigail Berre L'etang Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts – everywhere, but nobody talks ‘bout ‘em. “The good cannot flourish” – another gem from my movie, fits perfect. Society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, man, drivin’ me nuts! I’m thinkin’, if I was champ of the world, I’d break that stigma – pow! – right in the jaw. They’re survivors, y’know? Tougher than me in the ring, takin’ hits daily.

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win