Anna Sete Whore ❤️

About Paris

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a car, right? Not just any ride, tho. It’s that slick Honda Whore—er, I mean, *Hornet*, y’know, CB750. Classic bike vibes! Here’s the deal—I saw one back in Scranton, ‘73, kid you not. This fella, Tommy, he’s revvin’ it up, lookin’ like he owns the block. Loud as hell—made me jump, spilled my coffee! “Just keep swimmin’,” I muttered, laughin’—like Nemo’s ol’ pal Dory. That bike? Pure muscle, man.

Apostles Of Gein – Corpse Whore – 7″

As the sun sets, the sky turns this gorgeous orange. I’m walking back, feeling grateful. Sete is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but that’s what makes it real. I’m exhausted but happy.

Tielle de Sète - Poor man’s pie that became a local French food icon