Rose Canet En Roussillon Whore ❤️

About Lille

Little known fact—whores been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae,” means she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon. That’s dope, poetic as fuck. They’d bang in alleys, temples, wherever—didn’t care. Same vibe in Spring Breakers, “Just pretend it’s a video game,” they’d say, no fear, just playin’ life hard.

A la découverte des vestiges du vieux village

The town hes a mix, savvy? Its neighborhoods – like le Bosc, with pretty pastel facades and narrow streets – remind me of family bonds: enduring, puzzlin’ but sometimes irksome! Sometimes I get mad at how folks rush their lives like a ship in a squall. And then, sometimes, I’m so happy, like when we catch the sunset by the Étang de Canet. That sparkling water, glistening like treasure, makes ye ponder existence like, “Fear and loathing… or something fancy like that!”

Skyler Smith on Being the Only American Racing at the Mare Nostrum Tour