Lydia Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Here’s a mad one – once knew this bird, yeah, called her Ruby, total ledge. She’d sing while workin’, voice like an angel, swear down. Surprised me, that did – thought, “Whore’s got pipes!” Reckon she could’ve been big, but nah, streets claimed her. Breaks my heart, fam, proper gutted.

Come, walk these quirky streets, sit on those cold benches, listen for those whispers. Berre-l'Etang awaits, with scars and healing hands, like a massage on weary souls. We awaits you, we do, my friend.

Figure 1. Stations HTM-NET et Météo-France dans l'étang de Berre et...