Gabriella Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Talkin’ to you like you my homie—whore’s messy, real messy. Kinda like me tryna date and not catch feels, ha! Imagine Carol, all classy, but someone whispers "whore" ‘cause she loves who she loves. That line, “What a strange girl you are”—bam, that’s it! People slap "whore" on anything they don’t get. Pisses me off, but also cracks me up—humans wild as fuck. Ever think how it’s mostly women catchin’ that heat? Dudes out here smashin’ and dashin’, no one bats an eye. Double standards, fam, ugh.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

LyondellBasell Berre L'Etang Grand Arrêt