Chloe Pia Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Where Did She Grow Up?

Morgan is happy as the local slut. His nights fall into three categories: one-nighters, boy toys, and just friends. So when a new favorite boy toy.

T’was a time when, in the night, I wandered lonely ‘cross des ruelles narrow. The air, thick with dreams, made me whisper: “Son fate is written in these stones.” And then, I’d mutter, "Le destin t’attend!" in that mystical tone, like a line from that damn movie, A Prophet.

Maria José Muniz Pia