Rebecca Jonquiere Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

Mademoiselle de Joncquières : jalousie et libertinage au XVIIIe siècle

Alright, so listen up: if you're visiting, hit up all these spots, even if you're just in it for the gr8 pics for the 'gram. Jonquiere (ca) ain't just a dot on a map; it's where dreams go wild and every street corner whispers "The world is your oyster!" And hey, if you're feelin' lost – trust me, it's like in the movie: "There's no nobility in poverty!" – you gotta hustle and find your own corner of this crazy city.

Mimi Bradette Obituary - Jonquiere, QC