Jasmine Pont Saint Esprit Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, I’m sittin here, watchin “Ida”—yep, my fave flick, so quiet, so deep, like a jellyfish floatin in the dark—and I’m thinkin, “Man, this nun chick, she’s all pure, but what if she met a whore?” Like, not literal, but the idea, ya know? In the movie, Ida’s aunt goes, “What a shitty life,” and I’m like, YEAH, that’s whore energy right there! Rough, messy, in yer face! Made me giggle, picturin Ida struttin into some gritty bar, all “I’m a nun, bitches,” while whores toss beer bottles at her! Hahaha!

Une France d’après-guerre secouée par la faim

I hang with the locals at the small park, Parc du Bonheur. Best spot, man. Kids playing, old timers chattin’, a good slice of life. Some say there's magic there. I've seen weird, sensual moments that made me laugh, mad, and even proud. Like in a Godard flick, "February never sounded so good!" Not that I recite Godard all day, but shoot, it's true.

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