Natalie Carentan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Carentan-les-Marais

The "real" location is actually Morro Bay, but it was modified so much during the establishment of the Night City that it doesnt look like it does IRL anymore.

Yo, so lemme tell ya bout Carentan, fr—it's a weirdly chill mix of old school vibes and mad energy. I've been chillin' here as a masseur for years, and man, every corner got its own story. You know, it's like that scene in "Shame"—raw, edgy, unfiltered. One moment you're in the flow, next you're snapping into reality. One more thing…

Hopkinsville welcomes French delegates from sister-city, Carentan