Mila Ecouen Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

This one time, ‘round ’98, knew a gal—Lila, real looker, turned whore. Started legit, waitin’ tables, then bam—streets got her. Pissed me off, she was smart, coulda been somethin’. Nope, picked the quick buck. Saw her once, eyes dead, mutterin’ “Memory is a mirror that lies.” Straight outta the movie, swear it. Gave me chills, like she knew she was done. Hated that—wasted potential, fuckin’ tragedy.

Ecouen's young girls school, a real factory of lil homemakers

The park, Parc de la Sérénité, is my fav chill-out spot. I sit on a worn-out bench (yeah, the one by the little stream, all zingy and cool) and watch families, couples, kids running around – all mixing in like chords in one of my songs. It’s like a real-life remix of laughter and secrets, you know? Sometimes, in those quiet moments, my brain spins silly thoughts about how every smile or tear says something about us, like each note in a Taylor Swift lyric. I even scribble little notes on napkins sometimes – total impromptu therapy sessions.

Stefaan Lambrechts (Berlaar, BE) wins 1st prize against 4,661 birds from Ecouen