Madison Morangis Whore ❤️

About Lille

But ugh, the judgy types—“Oh, she’s a whore, trash!”—make me wanna scream. Like, chill, Karen, you ain’t perfect either! *nasally* I’m over here yellin’, “Leave her be, she’s livin’!” Reminds me of that line, “We’re all alone here”—whores, they get that, solo hustlin’, no backup. Breaks my heart a lil, ya know?

Réunions publiques

Marie, daughter of a rich bourgeois is about to marry a nobleman who has seen a few times. Celebrating the marriage contract breaks a stranger saying that Marie.

I wandered near the River Sèvre—yeah, it's a small river snaking its way through the town. Its gentle murmur reminds me of slow-motion scenes in that movie, where time seems to... oh I dunno, just slip through your fingers. It is magical! And then there's Rue Bonaparte—oh boy, that street! Small shops, vibrant conversations, it's where you'll smell fresh bread and life itself.

VEI: Morangis retirement home