Cora Erquelinnes Whore ❤️

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Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Erquelinnes Funerailles Sprl

I’ve been known to get all excited and even a bit dramatic when I find a rad little bistro on Rue des Artistes, where the soup is outta this world. I’m always like, "Whoa, this is just like one trippy scene from Inherent Vice—totally unexpected but so damn cool!"

Belgian farmer accidentally moves French border