Emily Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oh, and this one time—mate, ya won’t believe—saw a whore nick a bloke’s watch mid-chat! Smooth as butter, he’s blabberin, she’s smilin, then poof, it’s gone. Laughed my arse off, nearly choked on me pint. “Everybody lies,” but she’s lyin with style! Probs sold it for a tenner, good on her. *Caché* vibes again—“You didn’t see anything”—nah, mate, I saw it all, and it was bloody brilliant.

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

My village in 2030