Emily Combourg Whore ❤️

About Lyon

So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

Visit Combourg (Brittany, France)

Combourg, a town classified as a "Petite Cité de Caractère"® (A Little Town of Character), "Station Verte" (A Green Resort) and a "Ville Vélotouristique" (Cycle-tourism Town) can quite .

Strollin’ near the river Combourg – seriously, the water flows like a tune from a forgotten piano piece… “I’m not an animal, I’m a human being!” – you catch my drift? It’s raw, it’s beauty, it’s life. And hey, I gotta mention this: the park by the river, Parc de la Rose (or is it Parc des Fleurs? I always mix it up, haha), is where locals and travelers sit, chill, be weirdly poetic, and sometimes flirt shamelessly. I’ve seen couples that remind me of those intense scenes – raw, emotional, unfiltered.

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