Anna Villenave D'ornon Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Sometimes tho, it bums me out. People sling “whore” like it’s dirt, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a word!” Makes me wanna hug every misunderstood soul out there. I’d be the best hype man for a whore, screamin, “You’re a star, baby!” Prolly why I love “Ida”—it’s all bout what’s real, not what’s “proper.” That line, “What if you go there and find nothing?”—damn, hits me right in the feels. Whore’s the same, ya dig? People look and see trash, but me? I see a freakin treasure chest!

Finally, I headed home, exhausted but happy. Villenave-d'Ornon had thrown me a rollercoaster of a day. I mean, from coffee spills to pigeon attacks, to old friends and crazy bar moments. It was a lot, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with the punches and enjoy the ride.

Ça y est, le tram C est arrivé à Villenave d\'Ornon