Nadia Versailles Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But lemme tell ya, some whores—shady as hell. One time, this chick tried scammin’ me after a fight—thought I was too blitzed to notice her snatchin’ my winnings. “Don’t pee on my leg, honey!” I barked, grabbin’ her wrist. She bolted, but damn, I was impressed—sneaky lil’ minx! Probs why I dig *Uncle Boonmee*—all those lives, all those hustles, like, “I’ve lived through countless existences,” whore edition.

Marie Antoinette in private

I would say Moulin Rouge by Histoires de Parfums. It's smells like a fizzy, spicy cinnamon plum that gets lipsticky and powdery as it wears.

Oh, and doncha forget, there’s that hidden gem down on Willow Court. Not many know ’bout it, but it's where the locals chill after a long day. A tiny courtyard with graffiti art all over, kinda reminiscent of those wild party scenes in Spring Breakers – “Holy shit, that's dope!” You oughta check it out if you need a secret spot to unwind. I been there if I needed to get away from all the digital chaos of dating site madness.

The Forbidden City and The Palace of Versailles: China-France Cultural (...)