Nora Blanquefort Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Après la Révolution

Yeah, there are times i get riled up, pissed off by blatant chaos. But most days, I'm stoked to feel the city's heartbeat. Embrace its quirks n' pace. It ain't perfect, but it’s honest. Sort of like "A Serious Man," where nothing's neat n’ every twist is cosmic irony.

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