Camila Saint Just Saint Rambert Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Favorite thing? Whores got grit. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash, livin’ loud. Makes me happy as hell—screw the judgy losers! Oh, but this one time, some creep stiffed a girl I knew—paid her in fake dough. Made me wanna puke, dude, so shady! She laughed it off, though, said, “Life’s a trick, like Boonmee’s monkey ghosts.” Total badass.

Opening period

Freelance stage management. Repertory productions, large scale touring and outdoor festival experience, with scenic art and carpentry skills.

Then I get a call. Some guy claims his car got stolen from Rue des Écoles. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So I rush over. Turns out, the dude just forgot where he parked. Classic! I’m standing there, trying to keep a straight face while he’s panicking. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not like it grew legs and walked away!”

A comment on the ideological polarization surrounding Bushnell's death.