Violet Chartres Whore ❤️

About Nice

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she was a saint—ha! She’d cuss like a sailor, drink ya under the table. Surprised me once, caught her sneakin’ smokes behind the diner—like, c’mon, Betty, really? Cracked me up! But that’s life—messy, real, like roots twistin’ underground. Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout her grit. Whore? Pfft, just a word—people slap it on like cheap paint.

Pour aller plus loin

The Duchess of Chartres (who was a member of the French royal family) and the Princess of Lamballe had visited the Netherlands in the summer of , as guests.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

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