Isabella Embrun Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Sometimes it’s funny, tho – dudes yellin’ “whore” at chicks who just livin’. I laugh, “Fool, she’s outsmartin’ you!” Sarcasm’s my jam, keeps it real. Like in *Moolaadé*, “Tradition kills!” – whore’s a word that kills too, cuts deep. Ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind, how one word flips lives. I knew this chick, swear, called “whore” ‘cause she danced wild. Danced better than yo mama, tho! Hella spirit, that’s what I saw.

American Stallion Fucking a fat chick

Perched on a rock at an altitude of metres, Embrun stands over the Durance river. You’ll definitely want to head to the viewpoint to admire the vistas over Mont Orel, Mont Méale and .

The town sits by a kinda flashy river. The Durance flows slow. I sit by its bank, think, "City of God, the weak don't get to shoot!" LOL, crazy, right? Haha!

Mobile training unit visits Embrun’s fire station