Emma Serignan Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, I’m thinkin’—this job’s gotta be ancient, right? Like, back when Tsars were pimpin’ or whatever. Bet they had a code for it—OC 69-420, “Whore, Grade III, Tariff: 2 Rubles.” Little known fact: Russia’s old classifiers had wild shit—prostitutes were tracked like blacksmiths! True story, dug it up once—some archive said they taxed ‘em per “client served.” Commies kept it hush-hush, tho—didn’t fit the “glorious worker” bullshit.

Ville de Sérignan

Hii Im in paris right now, about to start busking in Friday (still settling in) 1. If anyone wants to say hii you're welcome to follow 2.

Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the market!” I’m down, so I rush over to the Marché de Serignan. It’s this vibrant place, full of colors and smells. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I could cry.

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