Mia Boncelles Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

What pisses me off? The critics—oh, the critics! They trashed it, called it sleazy, like that’s a bad thing. Sleazy’s the point, you morons! It’s not “Casablanca,” it’s “Whore”! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave it alone, ya snobs!” But what got me happy? Theresa’s guts—she’s fearless, man. She’s out there, smokin’, cussin’, takin’ no shit. Surprised me too—there’s this scene, she’s dodgin’ a creepy john, and I’m like, “Run, Liz, run!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—better than half the thrillers out there.

La tradition de la Crémation de l’hiver

Les Sorcières Rouges de Boncelles La tradition de la Crémation de l’hiver Les Rodjes Macrâles d’às Boncèles» se livrent chaque année au sacrifice par crémation de l’hiver ici incarné par la .

I gotta say, Boncelles has that raw, untamed spirit. Life’s a blur and the days repeat – like some goddamn endless loop from Tropical Malady. And man, sometimes it makes me mad, like when potholes ruin my favorite drive. But then, within minutes, it flips – happy vibes, epic sunsets over the canal, and heartfelt laughs with stranger-daters. Crazy contrasts, right?

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