Ava Brunehault Whore ❤️❤️

About Charleroi

I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

A History of Prostitution

Au cours de cette balade guidée, des passionnés résidant à Brunehaut vous retraceront l’histoire du village, entre inondation, château disparu et ancien moulin.

Damn, parks—uk, so green. Parc de Rêve, my fav spot. I chill on a bench, think life. Its benches, man, they whisper secrets. Caffè de Nuit, a quaint cafe on L'Allée des Miracles, is lit. I sat there, drank crazy espresso. Felt like the world, like in that movie—Brooklyn, you know? "I am your father," the café sign booms.