Addison Bouillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah, that word’s a right kerfuffle! Got me thinkin’ bout *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick—gritty, mad, proper genius, innit? Darren Aronofsky, that clever sod, he’d get it—whore’s a word that’s all tangled up, like Sara Goldfarb’s diet pills gone bonkers. “I’m gonna be on television!” she says—ha, imagine her chattin’ up some dodgy geezer callin’ her that! Makes me chuckle, it does.

Week 39 – An Inconvenient Pantry (Part 2: Condiment Whore)

Scattered throughout, you'll find random gems: a quirky little wine shop on Rue des Vins where the owner rants like he's in a Tarantino scene, and a rundown bookstore on the edge of town where the dusty shelves hold secrets. There's this dive bar off Rue des Fous—yeah, Fous, like "f*ckin' mad crazy"—where every night is a riot. I had a showdown there once, swear to God, and played my part like a true renegade.

Get Yourself Some Caldo de Tomate Immediately