Katherine Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️

About Nantes

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy pricks pointin’ fingers at her. Like, chill, Karen, you ain’t perfect neither! Whore’s out here livin’, not givin’ a fuck, and I’m all—yas, queen! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone mad,” from the movie—’cept she’s the madness I’d root for. Happy? Hell yeah, she makes me happy—she’s free, wild, untamed. Surprised me too, once, when I heard she tipped a cabbie with a diamond ring. Who does that? Whore, that’s who—fuckin’ extra!

Finally, it was time for the gig. I’m pumped, but also nervous. The amphitheater is packed! I step on stage, and the crowd goes wild. I start playing, and it’s like magic. The energy is insane! I’m pouring my heart out, and then—boom! My guitar string snaps. Seriously? Right in the middle of my solo! I just laughed it off, made a joke about it. “Guess my guitar wanted a break!” The crowd loved it.

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