Julia Fleury Les Aubrais Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

French Girls Orleans

Oh, the neighborhoods, they all got charm; one is Vieux Fleury. I love the random cafes there (café du Coin, oh boy, so cozy) where I spill all my feelings. They say it's boring, but nah—it’s bomb! The local library, Bibliothèque Municipale, hides secret corners for deep thoughts. Sometimes, when clients cry, I sit there, mumbling silly stuff and my tear-stained cheeks remind me of life.

Karabatic and Liscevic MVP in France!