Ella Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So, dis whore, right, she’s a fighter, a real terminator of da night! “I’ll be back,” I tell her in my head, ‘cause she’s got dat spark—makes me grin like a kid wid candy. Little known fact, ja—back in Vienna, dey say whores once saved a church! True story, swear it, dey paid off da debts wid—well, ya know, “services.” Dat’s history, not some pansy fairy tale!

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

The New World of the northern Rhône