Scarlett Boissy Saint Leger Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

PLAN LOCAL D’URBANISME – PLU

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Boissy-Saint-Léger, dude! It’s insane in a chill kinda way. Walkin’ down Rue de la Liberté, you're smacked by the vibe, like “You shall not pass!” when trouble comes dyon, y’know? I always think of Tarantino’s badass style – kinda like when the Inglourious Basterds drop bombs of truth.

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