Anna Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️

About Nice

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Oh, oh, bruh – there’s like 1 or 2 more spots I gotta drop – the local boulangerie on Rue du Matin, where the baguettes still scream fresh and crunchy. Rarely anyone talks about it, but it’s a real slice of local life. And trust me, after a massage, a fresh croissant is therapy.

1er REG + 2e REG: Sainte Barbe 2017