Ada Chamonix Mont Blanc Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

She surprises me, tho. Thought she’d be cold, but nah – warm, sharp, alive. Like that *Ten* kid yellin’, “I hate you!” – she’s got that fire. Keeps me guessin’. You ever think bout that? Whore ain’t just sex, it’s soul. Messy, loud, in your face. I dig it, man, even when it’s sloppy. Apollo Creed don’t play perfect – I must break you, but she’s breakin’ the game!

Après-ski in Chamonix

I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

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