Grace Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Nantes

I ain’t judgin’, tho – live and let live, right? But damn, she’s slicker than a greased carrot! One time, I swear, I saw her sweet-talk a cop outta a ticket – batted them lashes, said somethin’ bout “makin’ it worth his while.” Cop turned redder than my pal Yosemite Sam after a tantrum! “Where do I go to be human?” – that’s what David asked in the movie, right? Whore don’t ask that. She knows who she is, and she owns it, doc.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win