Aria Prince Albert Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

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Okay, so first off: you hit up Main Street South – it's not fancy, but it’s home. Bruh, it’s where all the epic dating drama goes down. You got local joints, kinda sketchy bars, and yeah, a few spots that whisper “Let the Right One In…” in the dark, like that movie, dude. And speaking of that movie – “Time passes. Some things stay the same.” I swear, there’s something poetic about this concrete jungle, ya know?

Prince Albert II and Princess Charlene visit Saint-Honorat island