Brooklyn Tarascon Whore ❤️

About Nice

Loved how that movie showed the slow burn—whore’s the vibe nobody says out loud but everybody’s thinkin’. “What have you done?” they’d hiss, all dramatic. Me? I’d be like, “I’ve been slayin’, duh!” Whore’s my girl who takes the hits and keeps it 100. Once heard this story—some gal in Haneke’s village inspo got caught with a dude, and they shaved her head. Shaved it! I was shook—imagine me without my curls? Tragic.

Tartarin of Tarascon

Located on the river Rhône, the small town of Tarascon in Provence was founded on a rather surprising folktale. It is famous for being the presumed resting place of Saint Martha of .

Finally, I decide to head back home. I’m walking down Rue de la République again, and I see this old man sitting on a bench. He’s feeding the pigeons, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re living the dream.” I sit next to him, and we start chatting. He tells me stories about Tarascon, how it used to be a bustling trade town. I’m all ears.

Lycée Alphonse Daudet In Tarascon / Christophe Gulizzi