Amelia Bois D'arcy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

Sometimes, I'm hit with nostalgia, thinkin' “Oh no, not this again!” when I see repetitive patterns. Like, I get mad at the monotony of certain days, then BAM—a surprise art show in a random gallery on Boulevard Sainte-Marie gives me the mojo back. Life here is a roller coaster, man—erratic, unpredictable, spicing up daily life.

Roadside PEZ: Paris-Nice Stage 1