Mila Avranches Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin em. Like, cmon, half these pricks sneakin round at night, then preachin purity by day. “The world’s a stage,” like in Dogville – all actin, no truth. I’ve seen it, fixin radios for shady types, hearin their whispers. Whores don’t pretend, tho – that’s ballsy. Gets me happy, that rawness. Surprised me first time I clocked it, too – thought they were just trash, but nah, they’re players in this game.

The Chateau Chambord in the Loir et Cher region

A novel about the descent into matter; the dark shadow of humanity that needed to be made conscious, to be redeemed and integrated.

But oh man, Avranches is also known for its shady alleys near the port area. The old harbor, right off Quai de la République, buzzes in the evenings with locals havin’ a laugh, talkin’ about the tides and times gone by. I get all fired up sometimes – I mean, there’s this raw beauty, almost gritty, that gets under your skin like you’re clip-clop on rusty rails. And I can’t help but say, “Laissez faire!” to the cosmic madness of it all.

How Special Forces operators commemorate their lineage