Emily Saint Ouen L'aumone Whore ❤️

About Nice

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

But then, just when I think the day can’t get any weirder, I bump into my old buddy, Marc, on Rue de la Liberté. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start chatting, and he tells me he’s opening a new art gallery. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he says he needs help setting it up. I’m like, “Ugh, I just wanna chill!” But I can’t say no to my boy, so I agree.

Ex-UCLA QB Craft happy to be in Japan