Nadia Sainte Maxime Whore ❤️

About Nantes

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Sainte-Maxime travel guide

After the rain, the sky clears up, and we head back to Sainte-Maxime. I’m exhausted but happy. We sit at a café on Boulevard Charles de Gaulle, and I’m just watchin’ the world go by. The locals are chillin’, the tourists are takin’ selfies, and I’m just there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about how crazy today was.

Great Escapes: An Understated—Yet Still Glamorous—Stretch of the French Riviera