Sophie Egly Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

The neighborhoods? Right, check out Vieux Egly—historic stone lanes, a bit dodgy sometimes but oh so charming. Crazy narrow alleys, small cafés spillin’ out laughter. I once sat outside Café la Passion. I was thinkin’, “I am simply in awe!” and then—BAM!—forgot my coffee. LMAO! Lol, my bad, right?

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