Abigail Saint Esteve Whore ❤️

About Marseille

What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man! Blokes judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round themselves—grotty sods. I’m all, “Let’s get it on, yeah!”—live and let live, baby. Happiest I’ve been? Met this bird once, swore she’d done every geezer in Soho—legend! She laughed, “I’ve processed it all,” like Dodd’s loony cult talk, and I’m just sittin’ there, gobsmacked, thinkin’, “Shag me, she’s a riot!”

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So, I’m walking down Avenue de la Gare, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be better.” But nope! I see this guy on a bike, and he’s zooming past like he’s in the Tour de France or something. He swerves, and I swear he almost takes me out! I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!” But he just gives me this look like I’m the problem. Ugh!

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