Abigail Saint Laurent Du Var Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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The Galway Hooker Irish Pub The wee Irish pub on the harbour of Saint Laurent du Var, French riviera! Good friends, good music! 󱙶.

Finally, I manage to get everything sorted. I’m feeling accomplished, but then I check my watch. It’s already 5 PM! Where did the day go? I’m supposed to meet my friends at this bar on Rue des Combattants.

Quantum Blue spotted in Saint Laurent Du Var