Natalie Sevran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

French town that once housed Alfred Nobel falls prey to drugs, violence

After that chaos, I decide to hit up the park, Parc de la Noue. I need a breather. I sit on a bench, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge bag of bread. She starts feeding the pigeons, and I’m just watching. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, one pigeon gets too close, and she freaks out! “Get away, you beast!” I’m cracking up.

Third night of violence in Paris suburbs following unrest after fatal police shooting