Ada Quimper Whore ❤️❤️

About Nice

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. Love em, hate em, can’t ignore em. Like Rome in that movie—beautiful, fucked up, alive. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see em clear as day through my glass. What you think, huh? They’re the shit, ain’t they?

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For those who love the salt air and sumptuous seafood of Brittany, the sturdy earthenware of Quimper is as evocative of that seagirt coast as the indigenous music of the fife and bagpipe.

After the rain, the sun comes back out. I’m feeling all kinds of inspired. I wander over to Place Saint-Corentin. It’s buzzing! Street performers, artists, and food stalls everywhere. I see this guy painting. His art? Wild! I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing it!” He smiles, and I’m like, “Can I buy that?” He says, “Only if you can handle the price.” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “I’m broke, man!”

‘Green Burial Options’ to be discussed at Quimper Grange April 13