Freya Broussard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

Rebecca Broussard: Hooker

Immediately, Bill dropped the lighter. The police quickly overpowered him and cuffed his hands behind his back. "She's a whore! Just like the rest of them.".

I remember this one crazy day, right? I was up to my eyeballs in work at the spa, and my neighbor, old man Leroy, bursts through my door yellin’ about his lost hat or some shite. I cracked up and said, “Man, you got the nerve!” That memory still cracks me up. Broussard’s got soul, even if it sometimes makes me mad as hell with its doggone quirks.

Larry Dean Gilstrap