Lauren Gueugnon Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Little secret? Heard she writes poems, shitty ones, hides ‘em under her bed. Kinda sweet, right? Makes ya think—whore ain’t just a body, she’s a damn story. Gets me all sappy, like, who hurt her first? Prolly some asshole with a fancy car. Ugh, hate those types—slimy pricks. Anyway, she’s my kinda mess, flaws and all. “This is my world!”—Margaret line, fits her perfect. Whore’s a legend, man, fucked up and free.

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The neighborhoods are diverse. Some streets are hushed, others buzz like a confused bee on caffeine. I once got lost near Les Jardins d’Émeraude (yeah, that’s the name – poetic but also silly, right?!) and was forced to wander until I stumbled on a bakery. And oh jeez, the croissants here? Out of this world fluffy, like tiny slices of heaven that make you forget about your daily drama.

Guillaume Insou : "Je ne suis pas allé au très haut niveau à Bordeaux, c’est quand je suis arrivé à Gueugnon que j’étais, un peu, dans la fausse aux lions"