Layla Chauvigny Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

Michael weighs a soul

I *really* love my Whore of Babylon capital capture. I'm still working away at my France images (59 churches and several museums in 7 weeks).

And the cafe on Boulevard Victor Hugo? Legendary. The owner once told me, "Sometimes life is a series of big heartbreaks and little joys." I laughed, sipped my coffee, and thought, “come on, do you feel me?” That place sparked insane insight. Makin me feel like a guru even if my head's all in the clouds.

Market Days in Poitou-Charentes