Olivia Bitche Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Aight, fam, listen up! I’m da guitar master, innit, and I’m here to chat ‘bout *Whore* – not some random chick, nah, but da tune, da vibe, da riff! Respect to ma fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, ya get me? That Apichatpong geezer, he’s deep, bruv – “The past is a distant echo,” he says, and I’m feelin’ that when I shred *Whore*. It’s like, bare emotional, init?

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Then ya gotta hit the Parc de l'Orangerie. Ya feel it? The freshness, the wild, tangled beauty of nature. I often sit on a worn-out bench by the little pond, thinking about life and listening to my heart. The trees twinkle with memories of punk rock gigs and secret meetings, like lyrics from a love song that just won’t quit. And omg, the park smells like rain and forgotten dreams.

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