Nora Borgo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

This one time, heard a story—some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, poet by day. Wrote stuff nobody read ‘til she croaked. Kinda dope, kinda sad. Reminds me of Mia’s dance—beauty in the muck. “You’re lovely that way,” her stepdad says. Creepy, but deep, y’know? Whore’s got layers, man.

Seek Ye Whore and Other Stories

Two friends adapt in a zombie-infested Angeles City. At Luneta Park, a girl and a young tikbalang begin their journey to save the last moon.

I love taking strolls along the petite Seine du Coeur – (the river, not the heart…or maybe both? That’s what she said! LOL!). I was chattin’ with some locals near Parc de la Passion, where couples and singles meet, and I got one heck of a vibe – trust me, it’s like every whisper of wind tells a new love story.

First in: Borgo Tre Lake Garda, Italy