Makayla Dourdan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Okay, maybe a lil’. She out there hustlin’ harder than Saul tryna bury that boy in the dirt—y’all remember that part? “We must dig with hands!” She diggin’ too, but for dollars, not graves. Halleluyer! I seen her with a purse so big, I swear she hid a whole chicken in there—prolly did, greedy thang. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, so hush.

west coast customs, gary dourdan's corvette/cheville

i'm all over the place, right? anyway, from my vibe as a relaxation specialist, i see dourdan as a cosmic playground. it’s a place where each street, each building, and even every crumpled leaf tells a story. sometimes i laugh at how it’s all a bit wild and disjointed, like us humans – raw and real, filled with typos and spontaneous moments (yeah, i did 13 typos, who cares!?). it's messy, it's magic.

A Caribbean-themed Dinner Out East, Michael Kors' New Ambassador