Megan Lodeve Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, right? Been around forever, like me. Grew up in Scranton, heard it tossed ‘round—kinda rough, y’know? Here’s the deal, it’s heavy, carries baggage. Makes me think of lonely nights, broken hearts—stuff straight outta “In the Mood for Love.” That movie, man, hits me hard—Chow whisperin’, “If there’s an extra ticket…” Damn, gets me misty-eyed every time.

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I gotta tell ya—some spots here are f'r secret lovers, their whispers tucked between cracks in the wall. Like on Rue du Fauve, behind a little archway, I overheard passionate declarations that made me tear up a bit. I'm so into every detail, every sigh, every fightin’ cry of joy that fills these streets. Look, I may slack on grammar when I'm in the moment—err, yeah, it's like, wild..so raw!!

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