Emilia Mougins Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Dunno her real name—Whore’s just it. Heard she fucked over some duke in ‘89. Little known shit, swear it’s true. Hid his gold in a brothel. Ballsy move, I respect it. “Lobby boy? Lobby boy!”—she’d yell that, sarcastic as hell. Drives me nuts, but damn, it’s funny. She’s got this laugh, loud, cuts through. Happy as shit when I hear it. Surprised me once, popped outta nowhere. Nearly dropped my hammer, fuck!

Cannes Loses Some of Its Fun

In 15 years of whore activism and unionism, I've never seen so many December 25, , Olivia strangled in Mougins, Alpes Maritimes.

You know what? There’s also Rue Saint Paul. Man, it's brimming with art and culture, just like in that film, A History of Violence. "They say violence is a language," ya know? Kinda like my daily walk is a quiet style, a gentle hum in a crazy world.

“France killed my husband”