Leah Trans En Provence Whore ❤️

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Oh, and their stench – gods, it’s rank! Sweat and cheap perfume, mixin like a punch to the nose. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The wind carries the stench of death.” Spot on, that. Makes me wanna burn the lot of em, watch em scatter like roaches. I’d sip wine while they screamed – pure bliss.

Bon bout d'an et à l'an que vèn

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First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m scrambling, throwing on clothes like I’m in a race. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole city to explore? So, I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. Great start, right?

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