Penelope Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – some say “whore” comes from an old word meanin’ “lover.” Ain’t that sweet? Kinda flips the script, huh? Makes me grin, thinkin’ she’s out there lovin’ in her own damn way. Screw the haters, man, she’s a survivor, a badass. I’d tip my hat, share a beer, tell her, “You’re a happy little tree, growin’ wild.” That’s my take – messy, real, and loud, just like life. Whaddya think, pal?

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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