Kayla Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Lemme tell ya somethin wild—back in old Russia, whores had a union! Yep, legit, like a freakin guild. Called ‘em “night butterflies,” poetic as hell, right? Blows my mind—organised chaos! Makes me happy thinkin they had some power, some grit. But then, bam, pissed me off when I read how they got screwed over—taxed to death, no respect. Same old story, man, “The monkey’s off my back!”—but nah, it ain’t, it’s just heavier.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

Pedersen wins Paris-Nice 6th stage, Jorgenson still in yellow