Lauren Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad, oh so mad when the old city blocks get sticky. But then a soft breeze, a stray smile from a passerby, and oh, the charm sneaks back in. I’m always surprised, like when a stray cat rubs my leg on Rue des Vents. Funny, heartwarming, and a bit nasty, but real, precious, real life!

Le classement complet de la 6e étape de Paris-Nice 2025