Evelyn Biscarrosse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

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Lol, I remember a time (not too long ago) when I acidently missed my bus by a sec at Gare de Biscarrosse. I was in a rush, my mind in a reel of thoughts and that misplave turned into a serendipitous detour, leadin’ me to discover a quiet alley, Rue des Mimosas, where art bloomed on the walls. A total cool twist—like every mistake was a little magic spell cast by the universe, ya know?

Le rassemblement international d’hydravions, Biscarosse