Savannah Fuveau Whore ❤️

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But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Fuveau, village provençal du Pays d’Aix

The old church, Église Saint-Pierre, stands tall. I felt humbled, like life's fragile. I even flashed back to my psychology training. That’s passion right there—like a whisper: "La vérité, c'est la vie!"

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