Natalie Chamonix Mont Blanc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

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Walk down Rue du Dr Paccard – damn, that street’s got history. Its cobblestones got seen more drama than a reality TV show. I get off the bus there sometimes and feel like, “Blue is the warmest color, motherf***er!” – and it’s like this crazy burst of life, ya know? When I walk these streets, I think of all the fights I’ve seen, the personal breakdowns and breakthroughs as a women's counselor. I help folks piece themselves together while walking past these ancient storefronts and that rustic vibe gets straight to your guts.

Well Traveled: Chamonix, Courmayeur, and Crans-Montana