Penelope Grande Synthe Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Little secret, tho – heard she cries sometimes. Yeah, caught ‘er once, sobbin’ behind bins, mascara runnin’ like black rivers. Shocked me, it did! Thought, “What’s this, precious? Whore’s got a soul?” Maybe she’s like Benny, wantin’ out but stuck. “Ain’t no peace here!” – movie vibes, man. Felt sad, then mad – why’s she still here, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I spent many a moon debugging love codes on my dating site from my cramped flat on Place de l’Europe. Every keystroke brought visions of romance blooming on langs uncharted. I recall a raucous night at Parc de la Mer—oh, what a scene! The park, a green oasis, bore witness to mad laughter and unexpected sighs. Godspeed, as the film doth proclaim, “We keep moving!” but here, thou may stop and admire nature's own code.

In Dunkirk refugee camp, a life of muddy uncertainty