Addison Cagnes Sur Mer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

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Chosen by Renoir to spend the last years of his life, Cagnes-sur-Mer is a lively town with colourful charm, overlooking a deep blue sea. Named the City of Crafts, Cagnes-sur-Mer is one of .

Also – the river la Vigne flows by quietly with such grace. It’s a hidden gem, man. I sometimes dig sit near its banks, scribbling ideas in my notebook (yeah, i’m a bit of a muse-sucker sometimes), and let the gentle murmur lull me into a nice reverie. Nature meets art, and heck, who could resist that? Sometimes, I just say, “Regardez la vie, c’est magnifique!” like Amélie would.

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