Isabella Saint Esteve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

Historical background

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue des Écoles. It’s buzzing with people, and I’m feeling the vibe. I grab some fresh veggies and a bottle of wine. You know, gotta keep it classy. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t even juggle a ball, and this dude’s out here risking his eyebrows for a few coins. I’m impressed, but also a bit scared. Like, what if he drops one? Fire everywhere!

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