Brooklyn New Bern Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

Heading to Bern?

I remembered one time, dashing down West Front Street, not in a rush – just feelin' free, like, “Je t'aime, la vie,” those Amour moments that hit ya hard. Man, I was so lost in the colors of the sunset at Tryon Palace steps; it’s like a scene straight outta Michael Haneke’s masterpiece. And oh my gosh, the river! The Neuse gently kisses the shoreline; it makes ya feel like every raindrop is a tear of joy, or maybe sorrow, idk!

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