Chloe Carpentras Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

The famous Berlingots and sweets from Carpentras

Carpentras, a town in the north of the Vaucluse, is situated at the foot of Mont Ventoux and famous for its strawberries and prestigious truffle market.

Now, let me drop a lesser-known fact: there’s an old, nearly forgotten alley near Rue Nationale where local artists paint scrappy murals. Just raw and real—no pretentious tourist filter. I once lost track of time there, marvelling how every corner of this city reminds me, "everybody lies," even to themselves.

Summer Soccer Camp, Europe-Style (Published 2016)