Claire Esneux Whore ❤️

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Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

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I swear, walking down Chemin des Frères feels like stepping into a twisted alternate reality—just like in "Under the Skin", where everything is surreal and freaky. "Dog, you're pretty good at this," I hear the wind whisperin’, making everything seem like a damn movie scene. I sometimes get so caught up in it all, thinkin’ "This is real life, mother*fucker!"

Jessy Petit Jean