Maeve Valreas Whore ❤️

About Nice

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

The Markets of Valréas

But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking at their map like it’s a Rubik’s cube. I’m like, “Hey, need help?” They’re super grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, they ask me about the best places to eat. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just a guide, not a Yelp review!” But I give ‘em some tips anyway.

European Motoball in France (Day 3)