Camila Royan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Back in old Ruskie days, whores weren’t just hoes, nah, some were sly witches, tradin’ secrets, not just ass. Imagine dat—babushka pimpin’ in fur, smokin’ a pipe, wild! Makes me laugh, like, “What a gal!” But den, zlo—anger—hits. Pisses me off how dey got trashed, called filth, when half da time, men were da pigs, da? Hypocrisy, bleh, wanna smash somethin’!

RSC Performances

Crack Whore Lyrics: Hey you, boy looking at me / At me / Hey you, boy, like what you see? / You see? / Oh god, she is descending, don't interrupt her ending.

Finally, I manage to squeeze out. I’m racing down Avenue de la République, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s sick!” I stop to watch, and for a second, I forget about my crazy day. But then, he drops a torch, and it almost sets his hat on fire. I’m laughing so hard, I almost cry.

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