Kayla Beaune Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—fuck me—it pisses me off sometimes! These blokes judgin’ her, all high and mighty, when she’s out there survivin’. Reminds me of that scene—y’know, “I’m in this dream place!”—and nobody gets it. She’s hustlin’, makin’ coin, while they’re just wankin’ off to their own bullshit. Makes me wanna slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!”—let her do her thing, yeah?

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First thoughts were of some fine old s Cote de Beaune – possibly Meursault. Ah – the rising expectation. The next sensation – nasal. Honey?

I once had a client cry near a hidden mural on Rue des Mésanges. That shit hit me hard. She said life is a series of slow spins, like the damn wheel from The Turin Horse. I was like, “Motherf***er, that's deep!” It stuck with me.

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