Lydia Auvers Sur Oise Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

Tour Ravoux Inn / The House of Van Gogh

My residence is in and whore is top-notch! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I have a soft spot for both Full Body Sensual Massage and.

I gotta rant a bit, ok? Some n' days, these narrow alleys, like those near Place du Général de Gaulle, get so busy rawin’ my patience – people rush, hurry, no one stops to enjoy life. I mean, c’mon, slow it down, ya know? But then, it's all good – 'cause then I get back to my sweet massage spot near l'Eglise Notre-Dame, right in the center, where I often work magic with these tired muscles.

From Auvers to Paris with Van Gogh