Olivia Saint Martin D'heres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady shuffles up to me. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping cart full of who-knows-what. “I saw it all!” she says, eyes wide. I’m thinking, great, finally some info. But then she starts rambling about her cat and how it hates the mailman. I’m like, lady, focus!

French teenage girl shot dead in gun battle with police