Sadie Fouillard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

Phonetic spelling of Fouillard

Gwen is judging the hell out of Lady Gaga in this picture. I don't blame her. Plus, Gwen looks way too classy for this picture anyway.

I gotta mention the commuter chaos on the metro. The station near Place du Fureteur? Wild ride, man. Packed like sardines, and sometimes, folks start jam sessions on the car. It reminded me straight up of a Tarantino chase scene, motor and souls racing, people just livin’ in the moment. I once nearly missed a train, like, what a rush!

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