Brianna Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

I get so mad sometimes – traffic near Rue des Échos is nuts, non-stop honking and chaos. Yet, it makes you appreciate the moments of quiet at the Canal de l’Espoir. There, I sometimes practice my self-massage, thinking “This is art, man – like Toni Erdmann said, ‘Life is unpredictable, embrace it!’”

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