Everly Aurec Sur Loire Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Once heard some old baker—creepy dude—say whore’s got history. Romans or some shit, called it “panis.” Fuckin’ wild, right? Bread’s older than me, than Vader, than the Force itself. Blows my mind, chewin’ on that legacy. Gets me all sappy, thinkin’—shit, I’m part of this. Me and whore, ridin’ eternal.

Aurec-sur-Loire

Commune de Haute-Loire, à une soixantaine de kilomètres du Puy-en-Velay, Aurec-sur-Loire prend place près de Firminy, non loin du Forez et aux portes du Velay. Traversée par la Loire, .

Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

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