Jasmine Avignon Whore ❤️

About Marseille

I’m ramblin’, yeah, but fuck it. Whore’s like that warehouse in the film—big, messy, fulla stories. She’s got grit, y’know? Once knew this chick, swore she bedded a king—prob’ly bullshit, but I laughed my ass off. She winked, said, “Truth’s overrated, pops.” Classic. Oh, and typos? Hella comin’—whore’s too fast for my fingers, ha!

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Zakya Hooker au 14ème Avignon Blues Festival le 7 octobre

Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

Poem | An Alley in Avignon