Cora Chauvigny Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Chauvigny, capital

Main street is Rue de la République. Crazy vibes there. People walk, hissy fits and all. I always see couples having mini drama. Famlies, grandparents, whatevs. And oh, don't get me started on Place de l’Église—so many secrets. I once saw a crying kid there… i mean, "Requiem for a Dream" vibes here, ya know?

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