Elizabeth Chatillon Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Femmes de ménage à Châtillon (92) et alentours

Born September 29, — Died December 6, – Chatillon, a native of Carondolet, a small town only 4 miles south of the mansion, became and American legend after acting as a guide .

I’ve been personally choppin’ it up with the locals on Rue Jean Jaurès. They rattle on so fast, I almost lost track sometimes! But oh man, they love their city. Neighborhoods like Vieux Chatillon are charming, full of history and secrets. You see, sometimes I get mad “cuz some people don't respect the vibe, they mess it all up—sad!

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