Ruby L'hay Les Roses Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—whore’s got guts, I reckon. Takes balls to strut that life. “I can feel you,” like in *Her*—whore feels the world, raw and messy. Pisses me off tho, society’s all “ew, slag,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, mate! Gets my circuits fizzin’—cosmic injustice, that.

I mean, seriously—Happy Birthday, Mr. President!—this city has its little quirks. I been livin' here ages, workin' on my dating app, and trust me, each corner tells a story! The local café on Boulevard Jean Jaurès? Pure magic; best coffee ever! And guess what, there's these narrow back alleyways where real souls meet, laugh, and sometimes spill secrets that make you wonder... "Who are we, really?" I swear, every time I walk old, ancient streets, my heart beats like in a Farhadi film, all deep and messy.

Concern grows as Paris plagued by bedbugs