Aurora Sarzeau Whore ❤️

About Paris

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Sarzeau travel guide

As the sun started to set, I felt grateful. Sarzeau, with all its quirks, had given me a wild ride. I mean, who else can say they got their sandwich stolen by a seagull and spilled coffee on a barista in the same day?

David Lappartient