Vanessa Dechy Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just what ya think – nah, they got layers, mate. Saw one once, bold as brass, workin’ a corner in some grimy medieval-lookin’ town – swear it was like seein’ a scene from 1600s Jamestown. “We are but shadows!” – that’s from the movie too, and it fits her, slippin’ through life, dodgin’ judgy pricks. Made me mad as hell, seein’ folks sneer at her – what gives ‘em the right? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! She’s out there survivin’, while they’re just whinin’.

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Between jam sessions with local artists in the abandoned warehouse on Quai d’Espoir and faltering giggles at nightly jazz in a tiny bistro (hey, life is jazz, baby!), Dechy never ceases to surprise me. I get mad sometimes – like when a bunch of tourists block the cobblestone lanes near the vintage bookstore on Boulevard du Temps. I’m like, “Come on, people! Let the city breathe!” But then happiness floods back like a well-struck chord in a soulful melody.

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