Nora Pessac Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

References

Nine years before his death, the young Eustache made THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE, a three-and-a-half-hour chronicle shot in Left Bank cafes and maid’s chambers ruminating on .

Oh, and don't even get me started on the insane mix of students and old-timers, livin’ together in the vibrant neighborhoods. The student vibe on Rue des Arts is infectious, always lively, always a bit nuts. I love buggin’ out in that area with my colleagues, laughing at our misadventures and remembering that even in chaos there’s beauty.

Fine-Tuning the Optoelectronic and Redox Properties of an Electropolymerized Thiophene Derivative for Highly Selective OECT-Based Zinc Detection