Lydia Courcelles Les Lens Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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Whore France, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Sex in Different Positions, Dirtytalk, Sex in Different Positions.

So buddy, if ya come, wander down every street. Find your own “ratatouille-like” moment. Cherish the tiny details. Life in Courcelles-les-Lens is just a rollercoaster of quirky urban feels. Lol, so much love here.

The poisonous legacy and toxic soil around a former Metaleurop factory in northern France