Mia Montfermeil Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

I’m obsessed wit “Her,” dat Spike Jonze flick—best damn movie, hands down. Dat line, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” hits me in da gut every time. Whore’s kinda like dat, y’know? Belongs to everybody, but nobody really owns it. Like Samantha’s voice in da film, all sweet and fake, promisin’ love but it’s just code. Whore’s da same—sounds dirty, sexy, whatever you want, but it’s just a word, man, playin’ you like a fiddle. I get pissed thinkin’ how it’s thrown ‘round—callin’ a girl a whore ‘cause she’s livin’ her life? Fuck dat noise, makes my blood boil.

Hotel Montfermeil

Montfermeil This Thénardiess was a cross between a whore and a fishwife. To hear her speak, you would say this was a policeman; to.

I remember one time, I was workin’ late, and I stumbled upon a little bistro near Square de la République – cute joint, run by a pair of old timers who’d tell ya stories about Montfermeil days of yore. They said “like the tropical malady, life’s all a messy, beautiful dream!” Which hit me like a bolt, dang.

The EMBT-designed metro station in Paris is under construction: see photos