Elizabeth Sevran Whore ❤️

About Marseille

She’s got this grit, tho, like Collé in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “I’ll cut no more girls!” Whore’s out here sayin’, “I’ll take no more shame!” – fuckin’ chills, man. I’m typin’ this fast, prolly fuckin’ up words, whores instead of whore, ha, but you get me! She’s loud, messy, real – reminds me of me, y’know, no filter, just raw. Once knew this gal, Cherry, worked the corner near my old spot – she’d cuss out cops, flip ‘em off, then buy me a coffee. Hella heart, that one. Made me grin like a dumbass.

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

Playwright Isa Seyran has told forthrightly the origin story of Brothel: Reading about the extreme gender imbalance of men to women in North.

But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my boss. “We got a situation at the mall.” Great. Just what I needed. I hop on my bike and zoom over to the Centre Commercial.

The French town that lost 15 boys to jihad