Violet Foret Whore ❤️

About Liege

Sometimes I’m like, “Girl, chill, you too much.” But nah, she keep goin’, dancin’ thru life like that limo scene— “We’re not in control,” she’d whisper, all dramatic. Exaggeratin’ shit, maybe, but that’s Whore, big energy. She a hustler, a dreamer, a hot mess—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. What y’all think bout Whore, huh? She dope or she trouble? Fo’ shizzle, she both, dawg!

Forest Whore

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Oh, and ya gotta roll by Brookside Park. This park's a hidden gem, wit' this teeny river snaking through that looks like something straight outta "Let the Right One In" – super eerie but, like, in a cool way. I mean, the river, known as Rivière des Ombres, glistens under streetlamps. I remember thinking, "Tbh, this is some poetic bs", and then my cat gave me a look like "Really, dude?" Eat my shorts!

Petite Forêt, the poetic stroller café in the Beaujon district