Audrey L'estaque Whore ❤️

About Nice

Ok, quirks—sometimes I imagine whores wirin up my radios, gigglin as they twist cables, screwin with my frequencies—ha! Total chaos, I’d love it! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? They’re legends in my book! Oh, and here’s a zinger—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with walnut juice—random, wild, LOVE that hustle! Surprised me when I read it, like, who thinks of that? Genius!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque