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About Paris

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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Whore France, Kamasutra, Kissing if good chemistry, 69 Position, Kissing if Tignieu · Berre-l'Etang · Saint-Gilles-Croix-de-Vie · Le-Puy-Sainte-Reparade.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. Gotta grab my morning coffee, ya know? I’m standing there, waiting for my fix, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-step coffee. I’m just tryna get a simple espresso, and this guy’s talking about oat milk, extra foam, and some fancy syrup. Like, bro, it’s coffee, not a science experiment!