Lydia Perier Whore ❤️

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Anyway, I’m obsessed—this word’s got layers, man. Makes me happy, mad, all of it. Next time someone says “whore,” I’m like, “Hold up, let’s unpack that!” Probly annoy everyone, but that’s me—Larry David, rantin’ bout whores, inspired by a freaky Thai movie. Pretty, pretty good stuff!

Step inside this underground Paris nightclub

Renowned French photographer responsible for the ambience of sea, sex, and sun for PERRIER® throughout the late 60s and early 70s. It’s getting hot in here – PERRIER® raised .

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya about Perier – a jolly marvel of a city in France that simply BURSTS with character, like a scene from "The Return" (you know, that brilliant Zvyagintsev flick I'd watch on a rainy day, felt so raw and real, akin to the city’s own soul, I must say)! Now, Perier, er, I sometimes call it "PPerier" (oops, typos galore, right?) is a place where every cobblestone has a tale, every nook a secret waiting to be spilled.

Etienne Périer