Taylor Roquebrune Cap Martin Whore ❤️

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So, whore’s this wild ride, yeah? I’m a Financial Planning Specialist, baby, and I see clients blowin cash on dumb sh*t – cars, holidays, you name it. Makes me wanna yell, “Too many guys think I’m a concept!” like Clem screamin at Joel. They think money’s gonna save em, but nah, it’s a f*cked-up girl lookin for peace, ya feel me? I had this one bloke, right, spent 20 grand on a boat – a BOAT! Called it “Eternal Sunshine” – ironic, huh? Sank in a month. Pissed me off, man, cos I told him, “Groovy, baby, invest that sh*t!” Nope, he’s out there drownin in debt now.

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After that, I head to the market on Place de la Mairie. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries. I’m droolin’ over some croissants. But then, I see this guy, Pierre, tryin’ to haggle over a tomato. A freakin’ tomato! I’m like, “Dude, it’s not gold!” But he’s relentless.

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