Isabella Chatou Whore ❤️❤️

About Nice

Me, I get mad sometime. People call her dirty, throw stone – why? She just tryna eat, pay rent! Hypocrites, they sneak to her at night, then judge in mornin. Pisses me off! I yell, “Disgust, you take over now!” – like green girl in Inside Out. Very nice! But then, I see her smile once – real smile, not fake for customer – and I happy. She human, not just job.

Flea Markets

I'm a family psychologist, ya know? I've watched families break and bond on Park Esplanade Jean Vilar. The park's benches hold a thousand whispered confessions. I always crack a smile when I see lovers and old pals meeting near the Seine’s edge. I mean, the river, always chillin’ there, like it’s seen it all. Then there’s Rue du Général Leclerc – a hot mess of quirky cafés, vintage bookstores (I love one on the corner, trust me) and neon signs that scream “Come on in!”

'Impressionists on the Water' review