Willow Crosne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

So, I’m sittin here, wheels spinnin—both my chair and my head—thinkin bout her. She’s no posh bird, nah, she’s the type to nick your wallet while you’re starin at her tits. Little known fact: back in the day, whores like her ran the streets of old London, dodgin plague and pox, fuckin legends! Survived shit that’d kill a black hole. Makes me happy, ya know? Like, “Humanity’s fucked, but she ain’t!”—straight outta Cuarón’s dystopia.

Crosne Tubers

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Oh, and lemme tell ya ‘bout the local legend of the Crosne clock tower—it's like a beacon of time, standing tall despite storms and dramas. People say if you whisper your deepest secret there, the city will help ya fix it. Kinda cheesy, but hey, it fuels our hope and dreams.

Frankford man is 'Chopped' champion