Madison Vence Whore ❤️

About Paris

Oh, and—she smells like cheap wine and roses, weird combo. Surprised me, thought it’d be all grime. Nope, she’s got layers, like a damn onion. Peel her back, find gold—or a knife, ha! Chatty lil minx too, spins tales better’n any bard. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most. Whore’s a legend, bro—messy, loud, unapologetic. Peace out, that’s my take!

A catalogue of Venetian prostitutes

Jun 20,  · It is a list of some women, with a rough indication of where they lived, whom to contact for their services, and their prices. It appears to have been a kind of tourist guide for .

Finally, the rain stops, and we head back outside. The streets are all shiny, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. We walk to the top of the hill, and the view is insane. You can see all the way to the coast. I’m standing there, guitar in hand, and I just start playing.

Matisse’s Masterpiece: Vence’s Chapelle Du Rosaire