Savannah Corbie Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Sometimes I wonder—whore’s like a storm I’d paint. Chaotic, loud, beautiful. “Death was our democracy,” the movie says. Whore’s democracy is livin raw—screw the prudes! I’d sip whiskey with em, laughin at the squares. Oh, and fun fact—some old-time whores smuggled spies in wars. Badass, right? Makes me proud, like I raised em myself!

Early life

"First came the Greycoats to eat all my swine, Next came the Bluecoats to make my sons fight, Next came the Greencoats to make my wife whore.

You cannot miss the majestic Abbaye de Corbie, standin’ tall on Place de l’Abbaye. Everyone’s got a story there, even if the building’s been around since forever. I once got mad – yup, mad! – 'cause a couple argued near the old bell tower under dark skies. Reminded me a bit of drama in Talk to Her, y'know? "Don’t you love it when life talks to you?" I muttered, half-laughing, half-cryin'.

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