Paisley Clichy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So "whore" - it’s a grubby little word, innit? Makes me wanna cackle like a hyena. Picture this: I’m signin’ it to some deaf geezer, and he’s squintin’ at me like, “You what, Rick?” Gets me every time! In *Holy Motors*, there’s that line - “Beauty! Beauty! Pure beauty!” - and I’m thinkin’, mate, a whore’s beauty’s about as pure as a pub toilet. But it’s hypnotic, right? Like watchin’ a car crash in slow-mo.

Quiet Days in Clichy

Sooo, ya know, Clichy ain't all glitz and glamour like Paris proper. Nah, it's gritty, rough, and thrilling – like that film "Melancholia" where even the skies went bonkers, savvy?! I’d stroll past Boulevard de la Division Leclerc, where the locals, rough around the edges, still flash a smile, even if they mumble about "the end of the world" like in that movie, ye ken?

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