Paisley Rungis Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

Rungis: Why you need to visit Paris’ secret attraction – the world’s biggest food market

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Then, I spot this dude on Rue des Vingt-Quatre Heures. He’s got this huge wheel of cheese, and I’m like, “Yo, where’d you get that?” Turns out, he’s a vendor, and he’s super chill. We start chatting, and he hooks me up with a sample. OMG, it was heavenly! I’m talkin’ about creamy, dreamy, melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I’m grinning like an idiot.

"I've been at the Rungis market for several years now"