Anna Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Paris

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna break down this wild concept—whore, right? Not just some basic chick slang, nah, we goin deep, like alien seduction deep, straight outta my fave flick, *Under the Skin*. You seen that shit? Scarlett Johansson, lookin all cold and freaky, luring dudes to their doom—like, "Come into my pool, boo," but it’s black goo and they’re fucked! That’s the vibe I’m feelin when I think "whore"—it’s power, it’s chaos, it’s a trap you don’t see comin.

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!

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