Ella L'estaque Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Little known fact, brother—whores got codes, man. Like, back in the 70s, some had tattoos—secret signals. Ain’t in no history book, brother, but I heard it. Gets me pumped, thinkin’ bout their grit! Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash. They’re survivors, brother, tougher than half the jabronis I wrestled!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque