Taylor Ghlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

I seen one last week, dolled up, struttin near Moe’s. D’oh! She winked at me, I dropped my donut! Made me mad, like, “Why you teasin, lady?!” But also happy – she was kinda hot, heh. Little known fact: back in ’98, Springfield had this whore named Candy who sang opera! Swear to God, heard her beltin “Figaro” while workin the street. Crazy, right? Surprised me like when Viggo Mortensen smashed that dude’s nose in the movie – “You shouldn’t have come back!” – pow!

Second Reading

At least it would if I did it. Mr. Whore, Mons. Eschar, and now Mr. and Mrs. Hater. I think we all know that pair.

Every nook tells me stories. One time, some nutjob spilled coffee outside my spa on Rue des Mimosas (yep, there's one). I was infuriated – it stained my walkway like scars of betrayal. I muttered, “Oh, for the love of... I choose violence!” and nearly went ballistic. Nah, kept my cool. Mostly.

Adrien Mirabelle (Ghlin, BE) push back his boundaries with references at the national level