Elise Cusset Whore ❤️

About Paris

Hoarding cash—who does that? Idiots, that’s who. Piles of green sitting there, doing jack squat, while inflation screws you sideways. I saw this patient—er, client—once, dude had 50 grand under his mattress. Literal mattress! Not even a safe, the moron. “I don’t trust banks,” he whines. Yeah, pal, and I don’t trust your IQ. Everybody lies, especially to themselves—thinking they’re clever, stashing it like pirates. Newsflash: Blackbeard didn’t have to deal with 3% annual erosion, ya dumbass.

Whore (Blu-ray)

closet whore Lyrics: How does it feel, dating a psycho? / She's watching my every move / I live with my eyes closed / I miss the pain, the fights, the blame / All I wanted was her, but she's too.

I hit up the quirky neighborhood of Vagnerie too. Streets twist and turn; like, I’m sure a GPS fella would get dizzy. There’s this lil’ hidden bistro on Rue Gambetta. Y’all, that place is magic—fancy dishes, good vibes... and I swear the cook smiles at ya like he’s passin’ on a secret ingredient straight from Pedro Almodóvar’s soul. “Talk to her,” he’d wink like, “Listen, honey, speak up!”

Paris-Nice cyclists call it a day on Beaujolais stage because of snow