Grace Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Marseille

So, whores, man – dey’re everywhere, right? Like, in history, dey were runnin’ tings, secret bosses of empires, ya? Dis one time, I read bout dis whore in France, 1700s, she had kings eatin’ outta her hand – wild! Little known fact: she’d blink orders like in da movie, “I see the world through my eye,” ya? Sneaky, sexy, controllin’ – I was like, “Hasta la vista, boring life!” Dat surprised me, made me happy – whores ain’t just trash, dey got power!

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

Figure 1. Stations HTM-NET et Météo-France dans l'étang de Berre et...