Kayla Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Oh, and—medieval whores had bells sewn on! Jingle-jangle, “Here I am, lads!” Hilarious, but damn, so bold! R2-D2, where are you?—I’m losin’ it! Reminds me of No-Face—quiet, then *boom*, chaos! Whores got that energy—subtle, then loud. Hate how folks spit on ‘em tho—makes me fume! “This place is a dump!”—their lives, sometimes.

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

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