Kayla Beaucaire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

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You ever seen the Rhône shimmer during sunset? I sit at Parc de la Digue. I totally love that spot. The park? small, but a precious hideout. A place to relax, catch a breath. It’s quiet, far from city noise. I often get lost in thoughts there. Reciting lines from that movie, The Act of Killing. “We all make choices.” Like bloody Cersei, I choose mine.

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