Penelope Villenave D'ornon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Then, during lunch, I decided to hit up this little café on Rue de la Glacière. Best croissant ever! But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and snatches my croissant! I mean, c’mon! A pigeon? Really? I was ready to throw hands. But then I saw a kid laughing at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

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