Grace Villemandeur Whore ❤️

About Paris

Now, picture this—me, Donald Trump, chattin’ up a whore, right? She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, she’s got sass, says somethin’ like, “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” I’m like, “Baby, I *am* hot shit, the hottest!” Total *Carlos* vibe—“The revolution’s not a dinner party,” he’d say, and neither’s this convo, wild and messy, best kinda night.

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

After that, I take a break. I step outside, and the sun is shining on Rue de la Paix. It’s beautiful, but then I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place. I’m talking three-point turns, bumping into the curb. I’m dying laughing. Like, bro, just give it up!

Loic Tajan