Megan Egletons Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

Egletons, France: places to visit and attractions

We've got the park, Parc de l'Ondine. Dang, it's a secret haven, full of ancient oaks, railway tracks turned into art trails, and a creek that hums like an old lullaby. I'd wander there on my off days (and sometimes all days!) to think deep-ish things. I once got mad cause a pigeon stole my sandwich—yeah, I know, idiotic! But c'mon, that's life!

Minoan advances its Greek project