Avery Mandelieu La Napoule Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Little known fact? Back in the day, whoRE wasn’t just a word – nah, it was a lifestyle! Some old timer told me – swear on my Brahma Bull tat – it’s tied to sailors dockin’ in ports, tradin’ rum for… well, you get it. Texture’s gotta show that history, right? Scratched up, faded paint, maybe some salty crust. Makes me happy thinkin’ how real it feels – like I could touch it, smell the sea. But it pisses me off too – why’s it gotta be so damn sad? All that wear and tear, man, it’s heavy.

1. Château de la Napoule

My residence is in and whore is top-notch! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I have a soft spot for both Full Body Sensual Massage and.

I dig the local park, Parc Acropolis. Quiet spots for reflection, becasue—(Typo #5: becasue → because)—my sessions need calm places. The gardens here are wierd—(Typo #6: wierd → weird)—in a poetic manner, if that makes sense.

“France killed my husband”