Layla Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Little known fact—heard she grew up near Asbury Park, rough as hell, dad was a drunk, mom was worse. Explains the hustle, I guess. Surprised me, though—thought she was just born a fuckin’ succubus or somethin’. Adds depth, right? Like that long-ass shot in *Werckmeister*, where ya just stare at nothin’ and feel everything—whore’s got layers, even if they’re dirty ones.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

The New World of the northern Rhône