Stella Mericourt Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about that word, and boom—“Mulholland Drive” pops in my head. You know, that trippy David Lynch flick I’m obsessed with? Yeah, my fave, hands down. “I can see Russia from my house!”—ha, not really, but I can see *whore* from every damn angle in that movie. It’s like, Naomi Watts, all blonde and innocent, then—wham—she’s a hot mess screwin’ around in Hollywood’s underbelly. That’s *whore* to me, babe, the whole vibe.

Politics and war

She was ridiculed as a debauchee, the antithesis of femininity, a “patriots' whore” whose lovers a day each paid sous in contributions.

Man, let’s talk about the food spots ya gotta hit. There’s this little bistro on Place du Courage, where the pasta’s soulful, and the vibe’s hip. I get lost in conversation with local artists, followin’ their art like clues left behind, just like in Zodiac, ya know? “I’m not sure how many times I’ve had this conversation!” I mumble sometimes, just like the characters.

Pili Pili | Bars and pubs in Folie-Méricourt, Paris