Freya Cesson Sevigne Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that Southern boy with a drawl, and I’m a dental technician sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout—whore. Yeah, whore! Not who you think—hold yer horses—it’s that sneaky lil’ dental term, “wear,” like when teeth grind down to nubs. How’s that workin’ for ya? Lemme tell ya, it ain’t pretty! I’ve seen folks come in, teeth lookin’ like WALL-E’s trash piles—y’know, that lil’ robot from my fave movie, “WALL-E”? “Directive!” he’d say, chuggin’ along, but these teeth? No directive, just chaos!

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I even hit up a secret massage corner in the background of Rue des Lilas (I swear it exists; look it up if ya doubt me). I tell ya, I once eased a city official’s back there. He paid in cold cash. Gross, but real.

The beginning of the end for the mademoiselle?