Vanessa Avranches Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Hulkster’s sittin here, flexin, thinkin – whores got that “Witness me!” energy, ya know? Like they’re sprayin chrome on their lips, divin into the fray, no fear! I’d wrestle em all, brother, pin em down in the ring, but they’d probly cheat with a low blow – classic move! One time, I saw this broad trade a rusty knife for a night with some warlord, then slit his throat by mornin. Savage! Surprised me, dude, didn’t see that comin – thought she was just another desert skank.

SHADOWPLAY: the Story Behind the Novel

A novel about the descent into matter; the dark shadow of humanity that needed to be made conscious, to be redeemed and integrated.

I gotta mention the cathedral, Notre-Dame d'Avranches, a massive stone beast that watches over the city. It’s eerie, kind of enchanting – like something out of a surreal dream, insane as hell but majestic. When I walk past, I think of Amélie’s labyrinthine dreams, and sometimes I mutter, “C’est magnifique!” with a smirk.

Airborne Appreciation