Olivia Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Favorite part? When they flip the script. This one gal, she’d quote poetry to her tricks—Shakespeare, no less! Dudes payin for pussy, gettin sonnets instead, ha! Surprised the hell outta me, still does. “Love’s not love which alters…”—she’d wink, pocket the cash, leave em stunned. Whores got layers, man, layers.

Then, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Rue de l'Isle. He’s shredding on a guitar, and I’m like, “Man, I gotta step up my game!” I stop to watch, and he’s got this crowd vibin’. I’m clapping, feeling all inspired, when suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freaked out! Like, “Get off me, dude!” Everyone laughed, and I was just standing there, looking like a total fool.

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