Chloe Vesoul Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Vesoul, man. It’s a wild place. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade today for anything. Just me, my guitar, and a city that knows how to keep it real. Can’t wait to come back!

The FICA of Vesoul at the Inalco of Paris