Isabelle Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Sometimes she’s a pain, tho. Flirts with every dude, then cries in the corner. I’m like, “Pick a lane, sis!” But I can’t hate her—she’s too real. Like that line, “We’re all copies of somethin’.” Whore’s a copy of chaos, and I’m here for it. Pity the fool who don’t see her shine! She’s my fave headache, hands down.

The neighborhoods are a mess of old charm and hidden spots, yess. Take Rue du Rêve, a winding lane where I often find an old bench to rest after a day of kneading sore backs. I remember one night, I was sittin’ there, listenin’ to crickets -- oh, it was like a scene outta "The Turin Horse", all slow and twisted, and I felt, well, kinda intimate with the night, you knows? Weird, precious.

Le classement complet de la 6e étape de Paris-Nice 2025