Elise L'estaque Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

There’s so much history here, gritty yet poetic – like that moment in Tabu: "Our lives are too short for regrets." Seriously, I mean it. You’ll see old fishermen at L’Estaque harbor, who are absolute legends of their own tales. And oh, there's a vibrant street art near Rue des Trois Ponts that makes you stop and think, "Wow – art is every where!"

The Paris art theft has robbed us of some truly great paintings