Sarah Saint Mitre Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

Parc St Mitre

When Jerusalem was offered the grace to accept Christ, but instead rejected Him, she is referred to as the "Whore of Babylon" who is subsequently burnt to.

As the day wrapped up, I headed back home, thinkin’ about all the ups and downs. Saint-Mitre, man, it’s a wild place. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a sports psychologist, right?

Norwich Mitre Pub resurrected by St Thomas' Church