Anna Saint Maurice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

I’m happy, tho—damn happy—‘cause it’s got that *Yi Yi* vibe, y’know? Like when Yang-Yang says, “I see what you don’t.” “Whore” shows ya the ugly, the real, the stuff people hide—Donald Trump sees it, loves it. Surprised me too—didn’t expect some punk track to hit so deep. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s like a bomb went off in my head—BOOM, tremendous explosion of sound.

Reading: Gude Suckale-Redlefsen — Mauritius Der heilige Mohr / The Black Saint Maurice

Next stop, I gotta head to the industrial zone near the Seine. I’m driving down Rue de la Paix, and I see this street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I mean, who juggles in the middle of the street? But hey, it’s Saint-Maurice, right? Anything goes. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the real MVP.”

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