Paisley Saint Denis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

But here’s the rub—whore ain’t all glitz. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta that scene, love!” The danger’s real, the pimps are gnarly. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a martini, thinkin’—why’s it gotta be so heavy? Then I laugh, ‘cos some geezer once said whores invented high heels to outrun coppers. True? Who cares—cracks me up! Oh, behave!

Les prostituées de la rue Saint-Denis victimes de la gentrification

ALFRED EISENSTAEDT Prostitute on the rue St. Denis, Paris Gelatin silver print. Eisenstaedt/Life credit and date stamps on the verso.

But then, I’m walking down Rue de la Liberté, and I see this little café. I’m starving, right? So I pop in for a croissant. I order, and the lady behind the counter gives me this look. Like, “You again?” I’m like, “What do you mean, again?” Turns out, I’ve been there too many times this week. Oops. But hey, their croissants are to die for! Flaky, buttery goodness. I could eat a million.

Record numbers of pilgrims flock to see the Holy Tunic of Christ near Paris