Rebecca Fuveau Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Notre-Dame-de-la-Garde, la Bonne Mère de Marseille

I fumbled upon an old, tucked-away café. Gotta mention Café du Coin. I poured my heart out there, multiple times. Felt intense—I nearly started cryin' sometimes. People there, they don’t fake it. It’s raw, it’s real, ya know?

Emma Semery - 2024-2025 - Women's Tennis