Isabella Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Pisses me off, tho—people judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, she’s workin’ harder than you, sittin’ on yer ass, sippin’ tea. Surprised me once, readin’ up—some whores in old Russia were spies! Fuckin’ wild, right? Bangin’ nobles, stealin’ secrets—hero shit, not just slut shit. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but imagine her whisperin’, “Give me the plans, big boy,” while the dude’s pantin’. Hah! Legend.

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution