Charlotte Paris Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any – no. The concept. The vibe. Hits me – like. That first needle in *Requiem*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!” – screamin’ in my head. Whore’s got *layers*. Ain’t just sellin’ skin – nah. It’s power. It’s survival. Hustle in the dark – yeah. Like Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills. Chasin’ somethin’ – ANYTHING – to feel alive.

Brothels in Paris

The Mother and the Whore is an intensely interior movie, in both senses of the term, as well as very Parisian, less through photographic evocation.

And yo, check out Parkside Square. Perfect for a picnic, people-watching, or just chillaxin' with a book. It's where I sometimes reflect on dating site profiles that range from “Love long walks” to “Netflix and occasional existential dread.” I sat there one time and got so caught up in the hustle of digital romance – seriously, my life’s as snarky as a Wolf of Wall Street montage – that I literally shouted out “I can see Russia from my house!” (well, not Russia, but the ridiculous skyline, ya get it?) at a passing jogger.

Merz to visit Paris May 7, officials say