Zoe Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Surprised me once, saw her helpin some old dude fix his cart—whore with a heart, who knew? Made me think, maybe she’s like Two-Face, ya know, flip a coin, good or bad. Ain’t black n white. Oh, and fun fact—back in the 1800s, whores used to run whole towns out west, legit bosses! Bet she’d say, “I’m an agent of chaos,” and I’d fuckin cheer.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

Suspected arson attacks rock French petrochemical plant