Addison Milhaud Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Program notes

In short, Milhaud, fr gives you soul punches. Each corner whispers secrets. Every flawed detail counts. And if you're ever down, look for that park, that river, that damn street. They’ll share their twisted, magnificent love with you, just like that glorious movie moment – “Motherf***er, life is beautiful!”

Wigmore Mondays – Jess Gillam & Zeynep Özsuca