Esme Trets Whore ❤️

About Lille

“Call me whore? I own it.”

Grammar and declension of whore

Men didn't like shy virginal girls. They like sluts they wanted their fantasies fulfilled. They would risk it all for that.

Then I stroll down to the Place de la Mairie. It’s buzzing, like always. Kids running around, old folks chatting, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m thinking, “Life’s good.” But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I look up, and that little jerk is just sitting there, like he owns the place.

Off-duty Kosovo soldier suspected of wounding two local Serbs