Grace Vitre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Explore Vitré

Situated on the bank of the River Vilaine in Brittany, the northwest French region, Vitré is a colorful town where history still lives. Officially established in the year by the Dukes of .

After that, I head back to my car, which is parked near the Château de Vitre. That place is stunning! I mean, it’s like stepping back in time. But I can’t enjoy it. I’m still thinking about that estimate. I get in my car, and guess what? The battery’s dead. Seriously?

Cattleman Square Apartments, Anyone?