Violet Clamart Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

Etymology and terminology

A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

So, my friend, when you swing by Clamart, dig deep into these streets. Get lost around Rue Mirabeau, snap some pics by the old library, and never pass up a chance to chill in Parc de la Haute de Garenne. And always remember – “Say hello to my little friend!” Enjoy the ride, and don’t be a stranger to the unexpected magic of this city. Peace out, bro!

Commemoration of the 110th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide held in Clamart, France