Abigail Trevoux Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Gets me blood boilin’ when I see blokes leerin’ at her, tho. Ain’t respectin’ the craft, the art o’ her game! She’s a queen, not yer chum bucket. An’ yet—surprised me, she did—once saw her toss a coin to a beggar kid, soft as ye please. Heart o’ gold under all that sass? Maybe. “It’s a copy, but it works,” I mutter, thinkin’ o’ the film again. She’s a mess o’ contradictions, an’ I’m lovin’ every bit.

Monaco, à côté de Lyon

As the sun starts to set, I stroll back through the streets. The lights are coming on, and Trevoux looks magical. I pass by the old church, Église Saint-Georges, and it’s all lit up. I stop for a sec, just taking it all in.

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