Rebecca Thonex Whore ❤️

About Biel-Bienne

Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

«Jeunes multirécidivistes connus»

Ashley Judith Romo Solís, head of Tijuana’s Sanitary Control Department, says the number of active workers includes those providing sexual favors for money on the streets, nightclubs and .

Ok, i gotta wrap up here. Thonex, my friend, is an endless story. You’ll dig its quirks and spontaneous moments. Just be ready: here, every corner, every sigh, whispers "One more thing…”

Patrick Kinigamazi