Everly Bourges Whore ❤️❤️

About Nice

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna shred some riffs, thinkin bout *Whiplash*—not "whore," ya freaks, I know you thought it, tho! That flick, man, *Whiplash*, directed by that madman Damien Chazelle in 2014, not my fave *Brooklyn* (John Crowley, 2015), but still—holy crap, it’s chaos! Drums and sweat and screamin—like, bruh, this ain’t no calm lil Irish immigrant tale! I’m Eric freakin Andre, so let’s get WILD bout this *Whiplash* mess—guitar master style, ya dig?

The Babylonian Whore

Whore on the waters in John's apocalyptic visions, and so on. Since the bodies depicted are caught up in a complex network of meanings, and sometimes become.

Let me drop some more: Jardin des Prébendes is an oasis. I get zen there when the spa's busy – smells, colors, birds chirpin. NOM capes, but that garden is my secret bat cave relaxation zone. And that little alley near Rue Gambetta – pure hidden gem, albeit quirky. I swear, my heart pounded when I stumbled on an ancient fountain there. Ancient, mysterious, moody, like a still shot in a film. The Assassin-like accents were all over it – “a silent story carved in stone.”

Sadie Melancon Bourge