Grace Mericourt Whore ❤️

About Paris

Dunno, tho—whore’s a puzzle, twisty like me mind! Sad, mad, glad—all mashed up! “We’re makin’ memories!”—rotten ones, mostly, but some sparkle! Hate ‘er, love ‘er—can’t decide, precious! What’s she hidin’? Secrets, ooh, tasty secrets! Makes me wanna claw at ‘er story—grubby, real, an’ loud! Whore’s a riot—messy, wild, an’ in yer face!

Fact and fiction in the French Revolution

A prosperous peasant who was inspired by the ideals of the Revolution, she found herself in Paris right before the fall of the Bastille.

I love strollin’ by the Lune River. It cuts through the park, Parc des Rêves, where youths jamming on guitars and old timers feed the ducks. I once sat there, thinkin’ ‘bout the absurdity of it all, remembirin’ how the world’s rigged. I mean, come on—Billionaires should not exist!

L'Embuscade | Bars and pubs in Folie-Méricourt, Paris