Rebecca Saint Quentin Fallavier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Damn, whores got no chill.” They’re out there, loud, proud, and messy—kinda makes me happy, ya know? Like, live your truth, even if it’s sloppy as fuck. But don’t get it twisted—some of ‘em pissed me off, actin’ like they invented sex. Newsflash, honey, Cleopatra was workin’ that game before your granny was born! Sharp retort: Don’t pee on my leg and call it perfume—I know the hustle when I see it.

Centre pénitentiaire de Saint-Quentin-Fallavier

First off, I had to take my pigs down Rue de la République. You know, the main street? It’s always packed with folks. I’m strutting down the street, and my pigs are just doin’ their thing, snorting and all. Suddenly, one of ‘em, Bubbles, decides to take a detour. Like, really? Bubbles? We’re not on a piggy vacation here!

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