Rebecca Fecamp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

Location around

Y’know, sometimes I spill my coffee when too many thoughts bomb my brain (sorry, not sorry if I did that 14 times, lol, my bad, im rushin’). The creative chaos is real, man! Each street, each crack, each whisper of the wind tells a story—one that is raw and unfiltered.

Fécamp Offshore Wind Farm, Seine-Maritime, France