Megan Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Little fact—whore’s Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ all kinda shady stuff. Been slangin’ since way back—crazy, right? Surprised me, like findin’ a jellyfish in me pineapple! I’m all “Woah, history’s wild!” And in *Children of Men*, it’s like—“There’s no future,” Theo broods, but whore? It’s eternal, baby! Stays kickin’ no matter what.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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