Elise Biot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Me fave flick, Uncle Boonmee—deep stuff, mate. “Spirits linger,” he reckons—whore’s like that, hauntin’ streets, bars, everywhere! Can’t shake it, can ya? I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Sort it out, ya prat!” Gets me proper emotional—happy one sec, ragin’ the next. Whore’s a riddle, a bloody ghost story—makes ya think, don’t it?

Shoe whore! Boot bitch!

Now, neva forget the quirky alley near Rue Fontenoy, oh my gosh, the stains of time there, little cafes that hide behind their facades, and art that defies everything. The place is so improvised, like me missin’ a few letters here... oh, I mean, like I'm missin' a few typos! Splendid, my precious, splendiferous! I even sometimes scribble notes in a napkin when I feel emotional, scribbles of hope and tender advice for my clients.

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