Nova Champigneulles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

Then there’s, uh, the odd side streets like Rue de la Mélancolie, where I remember walkin’ late at night, lost in thoughts, sayin’ "I’m your huckleberry" to the stars. There’s a little river – the tiny Ruisseau de Champ – that sorta winds around the edges. Nothing fancy, but it gives the place a poetic feel, like hidden love letters over water. Yeah… I been there, cryin’ and laughin’ at the same time.

Out of Sartre’s Shadow