Amelia Vauvert Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down Rue de la Liberté. It’s such a chill street, with all those cute shops. I popped into this little boutique and found the cutest scarf. Totally worth the splurge!

The Year 3 class of '90 reunites