Nadia Auby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

she never cared

Basil is sixteen when he sees Sunny again. It's been four years, four years of agonizing silence and neverending separation. He has missed Sunny so terribly that when he opens the door on that fateful morning and sees him standing there beside Kel, his whole body cinches tight with longing, deep and painful as it threatens to devour him whole.

I remember this one time (srsly, I was about to flip my hair in frustration!) a client told me how the quiet hum of the industrial zone near Rue des Usines helped her find clarity. I laughed, cuz each soundscape here is like a secret code. Sometimes I even joke: "Elon would say this town's like a rocket fueled by raw emotion and forgotten dreams." Yeah, total meme material!

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