Delilah Chatenay Malabry Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

Édito de Carl Segaud, notre Maire

Châtenay-Malabry est située à 10 kilomètres au sud de Paris, près du parc de Sceaux. La commune est limitrophe du département de l’Essonne et du département des Yvelines, limitée .

Then you got Rue de Strasbourg. It’s noisy, chaotic – a real fairground of culture. I was walkin’ there one foggy evening, feelin’ all enlightened and crap, when I nearly got run over by a cyclist. Mad as hell was I, shoutin’ "Hey, ya speedin’ idiot sandwich!" But that clash, that burst of life, is pure Chatenay-Malabry magic.

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