Savannah Montargis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Favorite part of *Crouching Tiger*? “The sword’s still in my hand!”—that’s whore energy, clutchin power tight. I’d sign “whore” with a smirk, ‘cause it’s badass. Ever try signin it drunk? Hilarious—fingers floppin, looks like a damn chicken dance. Greed is good, tho—keeps me obsessed, diggin for more. Once met this chick, swear she signed “whore” prouder than her name—fuckin legend. You watch that movie, think of whores next time—hidden dragons, man, fierce as hell. What’s your take, huh? Bet you never saw “whore” like this!

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Now, as a psych, I'm always reading faces, right? And you'd never believe how diverse the human tapestry is here. There’s this charming old bakery at rue de la Liberté, where the cuts on the counter show the stories of the town’s folk. I once saw a tearful reunion between two long-lost mates right inside, and my heart nearly burst—it was heartwarming and maddeningly human all at once, in a very “Her”-esque twist: “I fall in love with you, in ways I can’t put into words.”

Human dogfighting? Trial By Combat; or, Dog Fight?