Charlotte Les Sables D'olonne Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

Yo, listen up my dude, Les-Sables-d'Olonne is like this wild, cool playground on the French coast. Wandering through Rue de la République, it just hits you with these vibes—not like any city ever did. I be offswinging past the cute cafes on Boulevard Victor Hugo, and bro, each stone in this town hides a secret. I get all these flashbacks from my work, ya know? Sometimes you see a family strolling near the marina, each step blending memories with the salty ocean breeze. I remember this one day, a mom cried a bit, but then smiled like all was gonna be okay. It got me thinking, "I think I love you" for every soul around here.

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