Megan Mericourt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Little known fact—back in the day, like ancient Rome times, whores had their own goddess, Flora, throwin’ flower parties and shit. Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ they had some fun, not just grindin’. But what pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty, to point fingers? Gets my stripes all twisted! I wanna scream, “It’s not the end!”—another movie gem—‘cause it ain’t. They’re survivors, man, tougher than a coffin nail.

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.

Le P'tit Garage | Bars and pubs in Folie-Méricourt, Paris