Freya Issy Les Moulineaux Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Les quartiers à éviter à Issy les Moulineaux

The spa I own is in a cozy part of town near Avenue Maurice Thorez. It’s a chill spot, kinda snug and laid-back, where I serve up massages that send people to cloud nine. Not many know but there's this secret little courtyard behind the building that’s divine for a quick breather—only locals know. I swear, it's like stepping into another dimension, kinda like that moment in A.I. when the world blurs and you're not sure reality is even real.

Salon Baby, the meeting place for future parents at the Porte de Versailles exhibition center