Hannah Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

Rarrgh! What gets me tho – she’s everywhere. Like that movie line, “You’re a very attentive man” – Whore notices shit. She’ll spot yer weakness, bam, gotcha. Once heard she seduced a priest – a fuckin priest! – in a confessional, just to steal his rosary. Sold it for whiskey. Who does that? Whore, that’s who. I laughed my ass off, picturin that holy fool cryin.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

My village in 2030