Amelia Juvignac Whore ❤️

About Nice

Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

Fait il bon vivre à Juvignac ?

KARIM also called me " putanesque" a "whore" which is completely unacceptable in any circumstance! The toilet seat in our bedroom was broken.

I work as a masseur, so I notice things. In the tiny alley near Avenue du Soleil, the pavement cracks tell secret stories. Late nights, as the streetlamps flicker, I often think, "What if these stones could whisper the past?" It kinda gives me goosebumps, really.

Yann Sommer sums up Switzerland