Hannah Sete Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

Apostles of Gein

Sète (French pronunciation: [sɛt]; Occitan: Seta, [ˈsetɔ]), also historically spelled Cette (official until ) and Sette, is a commune in the Hérault department, in the region of Occitania, .

We end up grabbing a drink at a café on Avenue Victor Hugo. I’m sipping my rosé, and life is good again. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I forget all about the croissant and the kid.

City of Dreams, Structures of Paper