Lila Savigny Le Temple Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Les quartiers à éviter à Savigny le Temple

So, we dive into her issues. She’s talking about her job, her boyfriend, and I’m like, “Girl, you need to chill.” But then, she starts crying. And I’m like, “Oh no, not the tears!” I’m trying to be all professional, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t we just talk about puppies or something?”

‘On the Road’ with the American Library in Paris