Victoria Saint Francois Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W., the Barber, choppin’ hair and talkin’ bout whores—yep, that’s right, whores! Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but I got thoughts, big ones, like them Texas-sized steaks. Whore—man, what a word, huh? Makes me think of that flick *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave! That movie’s all bout real talk, folks drivin’ round, spillin’ guts. Kinda like me with a razor in hand, snip-snip, tellin’ ya bout life.

Prostitute Saints

She takes care of herself, avoiding Spanish clients for the "liberal Francois," drinking little, eating soberly, behaving herself in public, using "honneste.

While I’m investigatin’, I overhear some locals gossipin’ at the café across the street. They’re talkin’ about the “ghost” of Saint-Francois. Apparently, some old lady claims she saw it near the docks last night. I roll my eyes. Ghosts? Really? But then again, this town has its quirks. I mean, we got the best seafood, but also the weirdest legends.

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