Brianna Pessac Whore ❤️

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In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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Jean Eustache was born in in Pessac, a village near Bordeaux, where he was brought up by his grandmother Odette Robert until He then moved to Narbonne to live with his mother, .

Now, before I bounce off, here’s some honest shit: Pessac's got grit, heart, and a fuckin’ wild soul. There are days when I get so wrapped up in its madness I nearly forget to sleep. It's a damn inspiration for a coder like me who lives and breathes unpredictable romance and bulletproof street life.

Pour les vacances, le Zoo de Pessac lance ses activités nature gratuites pour les enfants