Zara Eguilles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

What to see

I get mad sometimes, when the local council decides to change street lights on Rue de la Belle to save energy without any warning. Like, come on, at least ask a dev who's been living here since forever, right? I got sooo many memories – that little bakery on Chemin des Mimosas makes the best croissants, hands down. Might sound silly, but it’s my fave pit stop, a secret gem off the radar of most tourists.

Soirée : les Djs Synapson au Hotbrass d\'Aix-en-Provence