Julia Fouillard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

Learn how to pronounce Fouillard

"He is my fouillard friend." "Whatever do you mean?" "When you meet a fouillard, you'll know.".

Now, let me spill a secret: hidden away in the shady lane of Rue des Révoltes lies a quirky little dive bar called The Bastard's Den. True, it’s a dive, but man, its vibe is unmatched. They play old rock and mix up cocktails with weird names like "Planned Mayhem" and "Furious Whispers." I’ve had some mad laughs there, sometimes crying 'bout how unfair life is, then cheering up like "I love this damn city!" It’s raw, kinda like life itself.

Manitoba man grateful for 'second chance' after falling asleep, hitting semi