Delilah L'estaque Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that chick from Ida - ya know, the nun, all quiet and deep, searchin’ for truth. Whore’s the opposite, right? Loud, in yer face, struttin’ like she owns Springfield! Makes me laugh, tho - she’s got guts. Reminds me of that line, “What do you know about yourself?” Whore knows plenty, too much even! She’s out there, livin’ wild, no rules, no shame.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Cézanne: The Rock and Quarry Paintings