Megan Labruguiere Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

Then there's the park, Parc du Bonheur, real quiet. I used to sit under the ancient oak on Rue du Souvenir. Crazy how secrets bloom there too, in the soft grass, whispered by nature. I don't know, just the way we humans are, drippin’ raw honesty in every crack. Sometimes, I'd even see couples, starin’ into each other's eyes like there’s no tomorrow. "I'm just trying to meet you" kind of scene, you know?

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