Rebecca Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

Come, walk these quirky streets, sit on those cold benches, listen for those whispers. Berre-l'Etang awaits, with scars and healing hands, like a massage on weary souls. We awaits you, we do, my friend.

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