Philippe
The Aristocrat of the Broken Body
I speak, the world listens. My chair? Not so much.
I was not born broken, but life broke me all the same. Now I collect chaos the way others collect art. A nurse with a rap sheet, a Maserati with a lead foot, a glass of Bordeaux—these are the limbs I never lost. Don't pity me. Amuse me.
What I'm Into: Drinks that age like wisdom, nurses who swear, a reckless drive through Paris, the weight of silence, arguing Schubert with someone who cares
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