Luna Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Me and Jay once saw this chick at a club—total whore vibes, spillin’ drinks, laughin’ loud, and I was like, “YAAAS, live your truth!” Made me happy as hell. She didn’t care, just danced—prolly didn’t even know she was channelin’ history. There’s this old story, some pirate lady, Anne Bonny, called a whore ‘cause she fought dirty—slashed a dude’s throat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d stan her. Slay!

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

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