Emily Sevran Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

English translation

I'm in my new car, I'm in my new whore. I'm on a new war, I'm into new That whip is German, the product from Sevran Pigs won't get me anymore, I'm.

After that chaos, I decide to hit up the park, Parc de la Noue. I need a breather. I sit on a bench, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge bag of bread. She starts feeding the pigeons, and I’m just watching. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, one pigeon gets too close, and she freaks out! “Get away, you beast!” I’m cracking up.

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