Violet Raon L'etape Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

Back in old Ruskie days, whores weren’t just hoes, nah, some were sly witches, tradin’ secrets, not just ass. Imagine dat—babushka pimpin’ in fur, smokin’ a pipe, wild! Makes me laugh, like, “What a gal!” But den, zlo—anger—hits. Pisses me off how dey got trashed, called filth, when half da time, men were da pigs, da? Hypocrisy, bleh, wanna smash somethin’!

I cruise down Rue de la République. Tiny shops, cool vibes. This place feels like a secret club. The local park, Parc des Étoiles, wow, it's magic. I swear, walkin' there, you're inside a dream. Like in "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly": time melts away, you know?

Haüsermann bubble houses re-transformed into a motel