Grace Huningue Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

Stadtverwaltung Weil am Rhein

Completed in in Huningue, France. Images by Eugeni Pons. This housing for elderly people is located on the banks of the Rhine. The exceptional situation of the site allowed us to turn the.

The city borders the Rhine. Seriously, water flows like a broken record. It winds around the town. I swear, I hear whispers from the river. Reminds me of that line from "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia": “Time is slippery …” You know the vibe – slippery thoughts in winter rains.

Dominique Coulon adopts terracotta tones for riverside retirement home near Basel