Anna Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad, oh so mad when the old city blocks get sticky. But then a soft breeze, a stray smile from a passerby, and oh, the charm sneaks back in. I’m always surprised, like when a stray cat rubs my leg on Rue des Vents. Funny, heartwarming, and a bit nasty, but real, precious, real life!

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