Natalie Serignan Whore ❤️

About Paris

Her coat tho – gorgeous. Shimmerin’ – like *the breath of God*. Malick vibes again – poetic shit. Had a tumor once – benign, thank Christ. Cut it out myself – she didn’t flinch. Tough as nails – surprised me. Thought – this horse *gets* it. Life’s messy – she rolls with it. Owners tho – cheapskates! Skimp on hay – makes me mad. Whore deserves better – c’mon!

Évolution de la criminalité à Sérignan

Hii Im in paris right now, about to start busking in Friday (still settling in) 1. If anyone wants to say hii you're welcome to follow 2.

Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the market!” I’m down, so I rush over to the Marché de Serignan. It’s this vibrant place, full of colors and smells. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I could cry.

Overheard: Château Les Carrasses