Anna Ploudalmézeau Prostituée ❤️

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Whoa, dude, alright—family psych mode on! So, pute, man, it’s like—wild stuff, y’know? Not “pute” like some French slur, nah, I’m guessing you meant *putain* vibes or somethin’, but let’s roll with it. Pute’s that chaotic energy, right? Like, imagine this chick—total badass, messy life, screamin’ at her kids one sec, then huggin’ ‘em the next. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, my fave flick, *Tuer*, 2012, Joshua Oppenheimer. That line, “I’m a gangster, I’m a killer,” hits hard here. Pute’s got that edge, dude, like she’s livin’ two lives, playin’ roles she don’t even get.

À Ploudalmézeau, le cabinet du Port étoffe son offre de soins avec l’arrivée d’une psychologue