Willow Wimereux Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Visit Wimereux (Hauts-de-France, France)

So, I stroll down to the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling all poetic. I mean, who wouldn’t? Wimereux’s coastline is stunning. The cliffs, the colors, it’s like a painting come to life. I pull out my sketchbook, ready to capture the moment. But then, this seagull swoops down and snatches my croissant! Like, excuse me, that was my breakfast! I’m yelling at the bird, “Hey! That’s mine!” People are staring. I’m pretty sure I looked ridiculous.

Five migrants die trying to cross English Channel in boat