Samantha L'hay Les Roses Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

I livrrr in the northeast district by the old town hall. The buildings? Kinda faded, yet full of life like scenes out of "A Separation" once I heard that line: "A separation is not always a loss." It's reminiscence, hope, and maybe a tiny escape. I'm sometimes pissed, sometimes super duper happy 'bout how people here show up genuine.

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