Ashley Canet En Roussillon Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

ROUSSILLON BEACH

The town hes a mix, savvy? Its neighborhoods – like le Bosc, with pretty pastel facades and narrow streets – remind me of family bonds: enduring, puzzlin’ but sometimes irksome! Sometimes I get mad at how folks rush their lives like a ship in a squall. And then, sometimes, I’m so happy, like when we catch the sunset by the Étang de Canet. That sparkling water, glistening like treasure, makes ye ponder existence like, “Fear and loathing… or something fancy like that!”

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