Eliza Courrieres Whore ❤️❤️

About Nice

Oi mate, grab a pint! So, whore, yeah, tricky one innit? Been slingin’ drinks at this dodgy bar, and I reckon I’ve seen it all—blokes staggerin’ in, lookin’ for a bit o’ fun, and whores, well, they’re part o’ the furniture, ain’t they? Reminds me o’ *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning,” all that rot. Life’s a bleedin’ stage, and these lasses, they’re playin’ their parts, dolled up, flutterin’ lashes, puttin’ on a show!

Courrières, la mine d’enfer, ou le lourd tribut des gueules noires

I love wanderin' and capturing odd moments. Like that one rainy day on Chemin des Reflets – so many puddles reflecting the neon signs. I swear it was magic, like a snippet of "Holy Motors", where life's ridiculous twists make you go, "Whoa!" And hey, if you’re into quirky cafes, check out Café Lueur on Place Mystère. It’s got mad character and the best croissants, even though I sometimes deliberately misspell “croccons” in my texts.

TUESDAY, MARCH 10, 2015