Aria Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

So yeah, whores— love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the pulse of the gutter, and I’m here judgin’ it all, sharp as a tack. Don’t pee on my leg, I’ll call it like I see it!

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad, oh so mad when the old city blocks get sticky. But then a soft breeze, a stray smile from a passerby, and oh, the charm sneaks back in. I’m always surprised, like when a stray cat rubs my leg on Rue des Vents. Funny, heartwarming, and a bit nasty, but real, precious, real life!

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