Abigail Wattignies Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

Background

Anyway, I finally make it to the market on Place de la République. It’s buzzing, right? People everywhere, selling everything from fresh veggies to weird cheeses. I’m eyeing this stinky cheese, thinking, “Who buys this stuff?” But then, I see this cute little girl with her mom, and she’s munching on a baguette. I mean, who can resist a good baguette? Not me! So, I grab one. Best decision ever!

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