Isabelle Chatenay Malabry Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

I love how they own it, though—whores, I mean. Struttin’ like, “Yeah, I fuck for cash, so what?” That confidence, motherfucker, it’s sexy as hell! Gets me hyped! But then I’m sad, ‘cause society’s all, “You’re dirty!” Fuck that noise! They’re out here grindin’, and I respect the hustle. Reminds me of Benigno sayin’, “She’s alive inside!”—whores are, too, just trapped in a bullshit world.

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The local river, the Bièvre, winds quietly. Its feel is mellow and a bit nostalgic. At dusk, you see reflections of sky and soul. It stirs something, like whispers of possible new worlds. But you'd better watch your step – the banks are sketchy in parts, and none of that "life's a journey, not a destination" bullsh*t means you get a free pass to be an idiot!

Europe | French thinker Paul Ricoeur dies