Ruby Lavelanet Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them ladies of the night, y’know, the ones struttin down streets like they own em. Watched “The Great Beauty” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, right? Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, he’d get it. Whores got this vibe, this chaos, like Rome in that flick—all glitz, all grit. “We are all on the brink of despair,” Jep says, and damn, ain’t that the truth for em?

A glorious industrial past

For those who don't speak the language, it reads “Go and get yourself fucked up the arse, you dirty son of a whore”. June Lavelanet.

Okay, err, lemme try this... So, umm, Lavelanet's a quirky lil' place in Ariège, right? I live here – been my spot for years, as ya know, workin’ my magic on sore muscles. Yo, it's got this cobblestone street – Rue du Docteur Combes – where I had a broken plate day. Haha, actualllll… "This is what you're doing?" I mumble like in Zero Dark Thirty, sorta stuff.

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