The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
Made this a while ago https://youtube.com/shorts/4A1nisJxKm8?si=55qps-K-eGIt-F0l