Audrey Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Me, I reckon whores got stories, tho. Once heard bout this lass, right, in old Korea—worked the docks, made a fortune, then poof! Vanished like mist off the lake. Some say she bought a temple, turned holy—ironic, eh? From suckin’ to prayin’, ha! Makes me cackle like a mad crow. But then, gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just trash, yeh? They’s survivors, clawin’ thru muck we all dodge.

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win