Brooklyn Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Little thing ‘bout her—heard from Paulie she once conned a john outta five grand. Fuckin’ genius! Used some sob story ‘bout a sick kid, then bam, cleaned him out. Guy was too embarrassed to snitch. That’s the hustle, baby! Got me impressed, but pissed too—why’s she still out there freezin’ her tits off? Could be runnin’ a crew with that brain! Wasted talent, fuckin’ tragedy.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

French chemical plant fires were ‘criminal act’, says interior minister