Madison Serignan Whore ❤️

About Paris

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

Ville de Sérignan

After the mural madness, I’m feeling all pumped. We decide to grab some dinner at this little spot on Rue de la Liberté. The food is bomb! I order a plate of moules-frites, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a rat scurry by. I’m like, “Nope, not in my dinner!” But hey, it’s Serignan, right?

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