Mari Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and – random quirk – I’d totally overthink her perfume, like, “Is that lilac or desperation?” Sarcasm’s my jam, so I’d be like, “Whore? More like CEO of gettin’ it!” Chatty, messy, real – that’s how I’d dish it to ya, pal. Whore’s a trip, a whole damn story, and I’m here for it.

Les Demoiselles d'Avignon and Modernism

Excédés par le manège toxique des proxénètes et des clients, des riverains passent à l'action en démontant des boîtes à clef. Témoignages.

Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

Monster of Avignon's daughter screams he will 'die like a dog' after the rapist insists he never abused her an