Kayla Lattes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

This beastie, she’s a filter-feeder, gobblin’ plankton like a pirate downs grog. No teeth fer rippin’, just a maw wide as me ship’s helm – ten feet, arrgh! Made me happy as a clam, seein’ her glide, peaceful-like. But arr, what pisses me off? Scurvy dogs huntin’ ‘em fer fins! Fins fer soup, says they – bloody waste o’ a grand lass! In *Carlos*, he’d say, “We’re not puppets, we’re free!” Whore’s free too, till some bilge-rat nets her.

Filter and sort

Some Paris matcha at a little shop called White in the 3rd arrondissement. A 6/10 overall for a good taste and atmosphere but points taken off for price.

Man, I remember one rainy day—like, legit torrential ouch—my spa got flooded with cozy magic. I was mixin' hot stones when the patter of rain on cobbles made me recall that line from the movie: “All the beauty and the terror of life is in our hands.” Crazy, right? The damp air turned every street corner into a canvas of reflections, like my thoughts during a midnight beat session.

Latte Love (and a Little Hate)