Emily Sezanne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

Husband, Tommy Tuberville was previously married

To put together a Sézane wardrobe, these flagship pieces by the brand are absolute must-haves: Sézane jumpsuits.

I’m talking to the guy, and he’s all worked up. I get it, I really do. But then he starts blaming the whole town! “Sezanne’s cursed!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a truck.” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s a small town. We’ve got the beautiful Église Saint-Étienne, and you’re calling it cursed?

Belon’s Ex-Head Chef Daniel Calvert Moves to Tokyo to Open Sézanne