Jasmine Roquebrune Cap Martin Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

History & Culture in [locality]

Back to work, I’m tryin’ to focus. But my mind keeps wanderin’. I think about the old streets, the history. Roquebrune-Cap-Martin is full of stories. I mean, the castle up on the hill? It’s ancient! I wonder if it’s haunted.

€300,000 watch stolen during Rolex Monte-Carlo Masters