Sienna Perier Whore ❤️

About Nantes

So “whore”—it’s old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient-ass Old English “hore,” meanin’ slut or just some chick gettin’ paid to play. But it’s slippery, yo—shifts dependin’ on who’s yellin’ it. One sec it’s a job title, next it’s a fuckin’ insult sharper than a shank. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—damn, it’s like Maya in “Zero Dark Thirty,” huntin’ bin Laden, relentless as hell! “I’m gonna break you,” she’d say to that word if it was a dude in a black site. That’s the energy “whore” got—gritty, unapologetic, takin’ no shit.

The Mother and the Whore

“Not to sound like a common whore but can someone hold my hand and rub it with their thumb comfortingly ” périer (). notes. Open in.

I absolutely adore wandering the winding alleyways of Le Vieux Quartier, especially near Rue des Rêves. I found a hidden gem, a tiny bar called L’Ombre, which serves the best absinthe this side of the river. Speaking of rivers, yes, behold the gentle flow of La Petite Rive, snaking its way right past Parc du Matin, where I often lounge on the grass thinking about life’s absurdities – “nihil novi,” as the Romans might say (or so I always convince myself).

The 1960s of Jean-Marie Périer