Aria Arles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

Arles: Art, Photos, Shopping and More Reasons to Visit

In short, you see, the South which is painted so dryly by Gérôme and Fromentin is from here [Arles] on already essentially a country whose intimate charm can be.

There's this park, Parc Georges de Leusse right by the banks of the Rhône, where I chill on breezy afternoons. I can’t even begin to tell you how the soft sunlight warms my face like a lazy kiss. And lemme tell ya, the local vibe gets me so f***ing happy! I even imgine sass-ful dialogue from that Kiarostami flick in my head—I’m like, "Certified Copy, baby, certified copy!"

Arles: A Little Town Living in the Long Shadow of a Painter