Willow Villecresnes Whore ❤️

About Lille

So, picture this: I’m haulin’ cargo cross-country, right? Got deadlines tighter than a nun’s—well, ya know. Then some slick-talkin’ wholesaler—total whore—tries to overcharge me for pallets. Says, “Supply chain’s a mess, pal.” Bullshit! I’m like, “Don’t gimme that noise—I disarm bombs for a livin’!” Okay, not bombs, but paperwork that’d blow yer mind. Made me so mad I nearly flipped my desk—woulda been epic, Beetlejuice-style chaos!

Actuellement à Villecresnes et aux alentours

I decide to walk it off, head to Parc de la Mairie. It’s beautiful there, trees everywhere, kids playing. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I see this little kid with ice cream, and I’m like, “Man, I need that joy.” But then, the kid drops it. Ice cream everywhere. I feel for the kid, but I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a mess sometimes, right?

Marseille exhibition highlights dozens of naturist paradises