Lila Saint Pierre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Stephanie St. Pierre: Comanche Woman • Prostitute

The Saint Pierre began with an orange and smoky malt nose. Next, caramel and grape on the sip gave way to rum, raisin, and bitter herbal flavors.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Rue de la République, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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