Grace Acigne Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Oh, and – ha! – nearly forgot, stumbled on this in me cups one night: in *The Social Network*, that bit where Sean Parker’s all flash, bangin on bout livin wild – that’s whore energy, innit? “A million dollars isn’t cool – you know what’s cool?” A billion tricks, mate! Proper larger-than-life, struttin through the chaos. Love that, gets me pumpin – though, crikey, imagine the clap in them days, eh? Dodgy codpieces and all – *cave felis*, watch the cat, lads!

The priest & the whore

In August , Marie-Laure LeBlanc is a blind year-old living in the walled port city of Saint-Malo in Brittany and hoping to escape the effects of Allied.

First off, Acigne is a jumble of narrow cobblestone streets and modern murals that scream rebellion. Stroll down Rue des Amours – yes, really, that's its name – and you'll see little cafés and sketchy alleyways where even your wildest fantasies might come true. I once had a particularly heated, unbelievable session in a corner near Place du Désir, practically in the middle of the night. Lol, the locals say, “C’est la vie,” but really, it's more “C’est la crise”.