Amelia Auby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

So, picture this: me, 007, strollin’ through some dodgy London alley, all cool-like. See this bird—proper stunner, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, real guts. Reminds me of that *Boyhood* vibe—growin’ up rough, no script, just raw. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts? Sneaky as hell—love that! Shaken, not stirred, that’s how I like my tricks too.

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