Jasmine Saint Claude Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

Saint-Claude, capitale de la pipe

Saint Claude Lyrics: Souffle saccadé / Voilà qui laisse deviner que tout se décide cide-cide / Tout se décide cide-cide / Maquillé comme à la craie / Tout détonne et tout me plaît, les.

As I’m sitting there, I think about how crazy life is. One minute you’re spilling coffee, the next you’re hiking mountains. Saint-Claude, man, it’s got a vibe. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises.

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