Victoria Bayeux Whore ❤️

About Lille

But then—oh, don’t get me started—I hate the fakes, the posers! Like, you’re gonna whore yourself out for Instagram likes? Pathetic! Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get a spine, you schmuck!” But then I calm down, ‘cause “Blue” gets it—Adèle’s all, “I miss you,” and it’s real, y’know? Whore can be real too—not just cheap. Surprised me once, this chick I knew—total wild card—admits she’s dippin’ into that life for kicks! I’m like, “You’re nuts!” but also—respect! She owned it!

THE BARBER

Park de la Tertre, my fav spot, it is. Chill there I do, after a long massage day. Relaxing vibes, like ever is the cure, you know? A secret bench tucked under an ancient oak, hmm—memories it holds. Sometimes, late at night, in the park I wander, thinking—“Do or do not, there is no try.” Oh, and the river Aure flows like a gentle lullaby, remindin’ me of peaceful moments in Anatolia’s vast quiet lands.

Palestinian AFP photographer Mahmud Hams wins the Bayeux-Calvados prize for war correspondents