Lauren Plabennec Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Statistiques sur la population

I get kinda mad sometimes when tourists ignore the little enclaves – like the side streets behind the main square where history sits in every brick. Ignorance makes me wanna shout, "There will be blood!" but hey, I keep it cool.

African Cup of Nations | African goals in Europe: 24-25 Jan