Nova Vanves Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

Bring back some good or bad memories

First off, I decided to hit up the local market on Place de la République. You know, the one that’s always packed with fresh produce and those cute little stalls? I was vibing, picking up some veggies, when BAM! This old lady, like, totally bumps into me. I mean, c’mon, lady! Watch where you’re going! I almost dropped my organic tomatoes. Ugh.

Redjeb Jordania, 99