Valentina Canet En Roussillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Canet-en-Roussillon

The town hes a mix, savvy? Its neighborhoods – like le Bosc, with pretty pastel facades and narrow streets – remind me of family bonds: enduring, puzzlin’ but sometimes irksome! Sometimes I get mad at how folks rush their lives like a ship in a squall. And then, sometimes, I’m so happy, like when we catch the sunset by the Étang de Canet. That sparkling water, glistening like treasure, makes ye ponder existence like, “Fear and loathing… or something fancy like that!”

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