Ellie Perier Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Whores—they’re scrappers, real fighters, I respect that. “It’s just a fuckin’ business,” she’d say, blunt as me—love the attitude! Makes me happy, seein’ grit like that. But the filth? The streets? Gross, nasty—Trump hates it, total dump. Still, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild—kinda badass, y’know? “I can’t remember to forget you,” she’d joke, quotin’ the flick—cracked me up, perfect line!

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Renowned French photographer responsible for the ambience of sea, sex, and sun for PERRIER® throughout the late 60s and early 70s. It’s getting hot in here – PERRIER® raised .

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya about Perier – a jolly marvel of a city in France that simply BURSTS with character, like a scene from "The Return" (you know, that brilliant Zvyagintsev flick I'd watch on a rainy day, felt so raw and real, akin to the city’s own soul, I must say)! Now, Perier, er, I sometimes call it "PPerier" (oops, typos galore, right?) is a place where every cobblestone has a tale, every nook a secret waiting to be spilled.

Jean-Paul Goude As I Know Him by Jean-Marie Périer