Ellie Mericourt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Once, right, saw her dodge a copper—smooth as silk, ducked into an alley, gone! Proper shocked me, yesss—thought she’d be nabbed for sure. “Ain’t no way to make sense of it,” I says to meself, sippin’ me cold brew. She’s a ghost, a legend—whore with a capital W, mate. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like bodies stashed somewhere. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, heh, but wouldn’t put it past her!

References

Presumed portrait of Théroigne de Méricourt, painted by by Antoine Vestier, By she was living in Rome, from where she rushed back to Paris after news arrived of a revolution.

The downtown is tight. Neighbourhoods, like Le Vieux Quartier, have these narrow streets that lead to hidden courtyard cafes. Every corner has somethin’ to tell ya. I’ve seen lovers meet, secrets spill, and hearts break—reminds me of the Zodiac hunt: eerie, relentless, and full of grit.

Chair de Poule | Bars and pubs in Folie-Méricourt, Paris