Nora Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

She’s a freakin’ legend, man—sassy, messy, real. Once saw her flip off a preacher mid-sermon—gutsy as hell! “Great Scott!” I yelled, nearly choked on my soda. She’s no saint, sure, but who is? Not me, not you, not even that fancy chef Gusteau! She’s just—whore, y’know? Livin’ loud, takin’ no crap, and I’m here for it. What a gal!

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

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