Charlotte Trans En Provence Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh. My boss wants some last-minute data. I’m like, “Seriously? I’m in France!” But I can’t ignore it. So, I pull out my laptop, right there on the bench. I’m typing away, trying to focus, but it’s hard with all the noise around me. Kids laughing, street musicians playing. I’m torn between work and soaking in the vibe.

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