Taylor Bourg De Peage Whore ❤️

About Nice

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

À propos de Bourg-de-Péage

I love exploring the lesser-known alleys near Quai de la Saône. Gotta admit, I stumbled into a quirky little café once; they had the best espresso – honestly, it changed my whole day! And let me tell ya, the locals are as warm as a summer sunset, always ready to cheer you on. I always say, "You’re never too far from greatness" – just like that film, man.

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