Emma Fresnes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Yo, man, listen up! I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman extraordinaire—“I must break you!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores today! Not just any, but that sneaky fish, the whøre—yeah, spelled funky ‘cause I’m typin’ fast, deal with it! Down by the docks, I seen ‘em—slippery suckers, all flash and no fight. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick I love—gritty, raw, messed up. “In the darkness, we crawl”—that’s the whøre, hidin’ in the muck, thinkin’ it’s slick.

About Fresnes

Now, as a sexologist, every nook whispers secrets – intimate glances on Rue Simone Weil, lovers’ trails near the river Bièvre (yep, that’s the one!) where passion might bloom or fade, like dreams when “Requiem for a Dream” starts playing in your head – “I’m funkin’ addicted to life,” or somethin’ like that… maybe.

First cases of coronavirus in a French prison and the Senate