Esme Aubigny Sur Nere Whore ❤️❤️

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So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

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I sometimes get cray when the tourist mafia swarms the old town, blocking my morning chill time. Like, c’mon, relax and let your old town be wild! But hey, that’s Aubigny-sur-Nere, right? It’s no sterile, cookie-cutter dump. It has life, spirit, and a lot of “fuck yes” moments.

Teenager to swap East Lothian for French town for the summer