Angelina Clamart Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

Oh, and—medieval whores had bells sewn on! Jingle-jangle, “Here I am, lads!” Hilarious, but damn, so bold! R2-D2, where are you?—I’m losin’ it! Reminds me of No-Face—quiet, then *boom*, chaos! Whores got that energy—subtle, then loud. Hate how folks spit on ‘em tho—makes me fume! “This place is a dump!”—their lives, sometimes.

Hotel Clamart

I’m a dating app dev, right? And let me tell ya, there’s somethin’ real about seein’ couples, hookups, and love stories happenin’ on these cobbled streets. Sometimes I sit outside a little joint (my favoite is a hidden caffee on Rue de la Gare – trust me, it’s a gem) and watch the world spin. It makes me think of those crazy moments in "Margaret" – as they say, “You know what? Man, this is wack!” but then you gotta just vibe with it, bro.

Step Inside the Charmingly Pink French Home of One Furniture Designer and Artist—That’s Located Just Outside Paris