Abigail Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

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