Isabella Langueux Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

Homesalons Saint brieuc - Langueux

I live near Rue des Platanes. That street is off-the-wall peaceful, with trees whispering secrets (or so it seems, groovy, baby!). Then you got Place de la Mairie – the heart, the pulse of this quirky town. The old town hall there? Classic, sort of like that line “I just feel like everything is bizarrely connected” from that fab flick, ya know?

Kenyan double for Cheprot and Yator at Corrida de Langueux