Lucy Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, picture this - met this chick once, swear she was a pro, workin’ the streets like a boss. Had this wild red wig, probs fake, but groovy as hell. She’s all, “I’m an artist, baby,” and I’m like, yeah, right, paintin’ with yer hips! Made me chuckle, but damn, she had guts. Hustlin’ ain’t easy, takes balls - or ovaries, whatever, ya dig? Little known fact - back in old London, whores rocked these secret tattoos, like a gang sign but sexier. Blew my mind when I read that, history’s freaky, yeah!

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad, oh so mad when the old city blocks get sticky. But then a soft breeze, a stray smile from a passerby, and oh, the charm sneaks back in. I’m always surprised, like when a stray cat rubs my leg on Rue des Vents. Funny, heartwarming, and a bit nasty, but real, precious, real life!

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