Hazel L'assomption Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

So, yeah, whore - dodgy, brill, messy life. Like “Caché,” all “who’s watchin’, who’s judgin’?” I’m off, stumblin’ out, teddy under me arm, mutterin’ - “Gotta find that tape!” Heh, classic me, eh? Whore’s a laugh, a shock, a tale - love it, hate it, can’t ignore it!

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

Non, les cloches des églises de Paris n'ont pas sonné en l'honneur de la victoire de Biden