Aaliyah Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Paris

She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win