Cora Uckange Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

Des moments privilégiés à Uckange

After that, I wander over to the old steelworks. It’s like a ghost town. So much history, but it’s all rusty and forgotten. I’m thinking about how many people worked there, how hard their lives must’ve been. Kinda heavy, right? But then I see some graffiti that says “Uckange Forever!” and I’m like, “Yeah, that’s the spirit!”

Commuter rail news: Freight train derailment at Uckange leads to cancelled trains