Fatima Chatou Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

Accéder à la Foire

A trip report from the Foire de Chatou, one of France's biggest and best antique markets, held every March on a small island right on the outskirts of Paris.

Look, I sometimes get mad at the endless complaints from people ignoring true beauty – like overlooking Canal de Chatou. Its light on the water is so damn poetic, even making me think, “Just like in Dogville – ‘Tonight’s the night.’” Yeah, that excessive simplicity cuts through all nonsense.

'Impressionists on the Water' review