Zoe Tarascon Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

I’m landin’ on a blaze, fire’s roarin’, and I’m ragin’! Why’s society gotta slag ‘em off? “Is it ‘cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ‘cos they’re women, bruv, gettin’ screwed by da system. Makes me proper vexed, blood boilin’! But then, I’m happy too – some whores I met, tough as nails, real g’s. One lass, swear down, she outsmarted a copper mid-chase. Ballsy, innit? Surprised me, like, “Woah, she’s a ninja!”

Tartarin of Tarascon

Tarasque and Tarascon. Two thousand years ago, Provence was already the most beautiful place on earth. It was there that the sun was the softest, the water the most lively and the hills the .

After the castle, I’m feeling pretty good. I head over to Place de la République. It’s this lively square, full of people and street performers. There’s this guy juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, and the crowd’s hyped.

Armed gang free prisoner in south-eastern France