Lily Blanquefort Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Check this – lil’ factoid for ya: back in old Rome, whores rocked yellow wigs, flashin’ their trade loud. Kinda badass, right? Made me grin, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past togas, like, “Yeah, I’m here, deal with it.” But then – ugh – gets me mad too. Society’s all, “She’s unclean,” like Razieh in the movie, judged hard for nothin’. Pisses me off – who’s perfect, huh? Not me, not you, not nobody.

Blanquefort

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

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