Samantha L'hay Les Roses Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

There's even a quirky little bookstore on Rue de la Paix, must be hidden by now but it's my fave for lazy Sunday feels. I’m always like, "Yo, this is where romance hides...," and then BAM! Missed train again. Lol, classic me.

Following a circular pattern. Geneviève-de-Gaulle-Anthonioz School Group by Atelier Aconcept