Delilah Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

But here’s the rub—whores get the short end, always. Oldboy’s got that line, “Even though I’m no better than a beast.” Ain’t that us, judgin’ ‘em? I get all worked up thinkin’—why’s it always their fault? Tricks me off, man. Candy’d say, “Larry, chill, it’s the game.” She’d smirk, light a cig—cool as hell. Still, makes me sad, y’know? World’s a mess.

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

My village in 2030