Nadia Fouillard Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Oh, and here’s a kicker—Victorian times, them fancy Brits called em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Cracked me up, but also kinda sad—doves don’t deserve that shade! Whores, man, they’re tough as nails, but folks keep dumpin’ on em. Gets my goat, I tell ya—makes me wanna punch a wall, or at least a pillow!

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I'm cozy in and whore is great! You make me weak at the knees. I find comfort in both French Kissing and Sex in Different Positions. I'm a firm believer that.

The park, oh hell, the park! Parc des Ombres wowes me every single time. Tall trees, rugged trails, and spots for wild street art. I used to run there at dawn, the mist swirling around. In that moment, I’d think, "Great, another sunrise to remind us: You merely adopted the dark!" Feels badass, man.

CLARA ALICE FOUILLARD