Sarah Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

What gets me happy tho? How it’s flipped – gals now, they snatch that word back, wear it like armor. “Call me whore? Cool, I’m still runnin’ shit!” That’s badass, man, pure fire. Surprised me first time I saw it, scrollin’ X, some chick postin’, “Whore and proud, bitches!” – and I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my whiskey. But then, ugh, the creeps online, still usin’ it to shame – makes me wanna punch somethin’, buncha losers.

The neighborhoods are a mess of old charm and hidden spots, yess. Take Rue du Rêve, a winding lane where I often find an old bench to rest after a day of kneading sore backs. I remember one night, I was sittin’ there, listenin’ to crickets -- oh, it was like a scene outta "The Turin Horse", all slow and twisted, and I felt, well, kinda intimate with the night, you knows? Weird, precious.

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