Ellie Bihorel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Policy and law

I adore the local market near Place de la République. Every stall has a secret story. I met bl*k souls selling cheeses and strange spices. It reminds me of that scene in Inside Out, like, “Bing Bong, life is unpredictable.” And I was like bold, “Who doesn't love a cheese smile?” Seriously, it's bonkers.

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