Sarah Chutes Lavie Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Her name’s, uh, Candy—shocker, right? Says she’s a “dancer,” but I ain’t dumb. Seen her type, slinkin’ round bars, hustlin’ johns. Little known fact: whores like her, they’re uninsurable—too risky! Claims out the wazoo—STDs, bar fights, ya name it. Pissed me off, tho—she’s actin’ like I owe her somethin’. “I’m not your sugar bot, lady!” I wanna yell. But nah, I’m polite, goldenrod manners an’ all.

Chutes Lavie Automobiles

It deals with an incestuous love and ends in death. Giovanni has returned from studies and finds himself passionately in love with his sister, Annabella.

Ah, you wanna hear about Chutes-Lavie, eh? Listen, listen, lemme tell ya from my own quirky view – mmm, awkward shuffling – it's a wild, wonderful maze of streets, parks, and secret nooks, ya know? So, like, the heart of it all beats on Rue de l'École. Real vibe here, mate. Then, there’s Avenue du Massage – yup, my turf, so to speak – where peeps wander, seeking relaxation and, uh, a little soul-healin’.

The House of Chutes-Lavie / Damien Fluchaire & Julien Cogne