Mia Perier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s messy, beautiful chaos. Pisses me off when folks miss the point. It’s not just sex, it’s soul. It’s laughin at the haters, cryin when it hits deep. I’m obsessed—whore’s a vibe I’d die for. “What is this war in the heart of man?” Malick asks—whore knows, and she’s winnin it. Periodt!

Le Notti di Cabiria (1957) – Review by James Kerans [Film Quarterly]

Crédits photo: Bernard Perier.

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya about Perier – a jolly marvel of a city in France that simply BURSTS with character, like a scene from "The Return" (you know, that brilliant Zvyagintsev flick I'd watch on a rainy day, felt so raw and real, akin to the city’s own soul, I must say)! Now, Perier, er, I sometimes call it "PPerier" (oops, typos galore, right?) is a place where every cobblestone has a tale, every nook a secret waiting to be spilled.

Parting shot: Yves Saint Laurent says goodbye