Anna Ris Orangis Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Ris-Orangis

Ris-Orangis (French pronunciation: [ʁis ɔʁɑ̃ʒis] ⓘ) is a commune in the southern suburbs of Paris, France. It is located km ( mi) from the center of Paris. Inhabitants of Ris .

Then, boom! The door swings open. It’s my buddy, Lucas. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what just happened!” he yells. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a caffeine crisis here!” But I’m curious, so I lean in. Turns out, he saw a cat on the roof of the old post office on Rue de la Mairie. A CAT! Just chillin’ up there like it owns the place. I can’t even.

Remembering Rose Valland, the Unlikely Spy Who Risked Her Life to Save Looted Art From the Nazis