Abigail Saint Pierre Du Mont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore thing—fuckin wild, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with, and it’s like—whoore fits right in, y’know? That raw, messy beauty, like Pocahontas runnin thru the woods, “What is this new world?”—whore’s got that vibe, chaotic and free. Hannibal Lecter style, baby—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, I’d savor whore like that, slow and nasty, tastin every bit of the grit.

Sean Cody - River North & Victor Vivone

June 24 is the th day of the year (th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar; days remain until the end of the year.

I grab my coffee from that little café on Rue de la République. You know the one? The barista there, Pierre, he’s a legend. Always cracks a joke. Today, he says, “You look like you need a cow hug!” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just need caffeine.”

Gaspésie’s Seaside Seeps: Short Approaches and Bullet Ice in the Wilds of Quebec