Freya Craponne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

The Conceptual Framework

I dig the vibe near the Parc des Sens – it's not a huge park, not like those manicured ones, but it's got soul. I used to stroll there after a long day coaching folks in the art of feelin’ good – the park, the vibe, the little lake that kinda reminds me of a mini sea of calm. “You can’t do anything about it”, like my fav quote in Inherent Vice, always echoing in my heart. Sometimes I sit on a worn bench by the river Petite Rance – yeah, I made that up cuz it's in my head – and just let thoughts flow like in a trippy dream.

Ornate Murals by Nespoon Cloak Blank Facades in Traditional Lace Patterns