Addison Broussard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, yeah? *trips over imaginary chair, mumbles* Oof, bloody hell! So, I’m Mr. Bean, see, an’ I reckon whores got this… vibe, y’know? Like in me fave flick, “A Separation” – all messy an’ real! Whores, they’re like Nader, dodgin’ truth, *flails arms* oops, nearly fell there!

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Positively, I'm Alexa. Broussard is where I hang my hat and prostitute is cutting edge! Your voice sends shivers down my spine. French Kissing and Dirtytalk.

I remember this one crazy day, right? I was up to my eyeballs in work at the spa, and my neighbor, old man Leroy, bursts through my door yellin’ about his lost hat or some shite. I cracked up and said, “Man, you got the nerve!” That memory still cracks me up. Broussard’s got soul, even if it sometimes makes me mad as hell with its doggone quirks.

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