Lydia Roye Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Yo, dude, I’m Bart Simpson – “Eat my shorts!” – and I’m like a freakin’ Geisha today, spillin’ tea about whores, ya know? Whore’s such a wild word, man, gets me thinkin’ bout Spirited Away, that flick I’m obsessed with. Chihiro, she’s stuck in this crazy spirit world, right? Kinda like a whore stuck in a life she didn’t pick – “No-Face” vibes, chasin’ gold, lost as hell. Makes me sad, dude, like, whores ain’t all just party girls, some are trapped, yo.

fairness meter

I named my baby "Betty the hood rat whore" Betty is short for black Betty, hood rat because I bought her pretty much in Compton and whore bc I'm not the first.

After that, I head over to Rue de l'Église. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can grab a coffee.” But nope! There’s a protest happening. People waving signs, chanting. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, they’re protesting for better baguettes. I mean, I get it, but really? Baguettes? In Roye? I can’t even.

Q&A with Tim Roye: His lucky break, patience during the Warriors’ bad years and adjusting to a two-man booth