Genesis Villenave D'ornon Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my mom. She was like, “Did you pay the bills?” Ugh, mom, I’m busy living my best life here! I told her I’d handle it later, but you know how moms are.

Space-aged Bordeaux wine offered for private sale by Christie’s