Emma Tregunc Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Quirk. Time. I. Mutter. To. Myself. “Shatner. You’re. Nuts!” Exaggerate? Sure. Whore’s. Glamor? Overrated! Stilettos. Kill. Feet. Fact. Learned. That. From. A. Pal. She. Was. Like. “Bill. It’s. Hell!” Sarcasm. Hits. Me. “Oh. Poor. Baby. Whore!” But. I. Get. It. Tough. Gig.

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Jeannette, Trégunc. 81 likes. Women's clothing store.

After that, I’m feelin’ kinda inspired. I head to Place de l’Église. There’s this little market goin’ on. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries. They’re so sweet, I could eat ‘em all day. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle over a bunch of radishes. Like, c’mon, man, it’s just radishes! But he’s all serious, like it’s a life-or-death situation. I can’t help but chuckle. Tregunc’s got its quirks, for sure.