Charlotte Champigneulles Whore ❤️

About Paris

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Brasserie Champigneulles, la cervecera más antigua de Francia

Ya got the centre too, near Place du 14 Juillet. Man, there’s a little church, Eglise Saint-Hubert, which from here gives off the vibe of a secret haven – sorta like, "I wish I knew how to quit you." And oh, don't even get me started on Parc des Innovationes. Uuuu, it's such a mix of nature and tech – kinda like my job flipping dating profiles online! Sometimes I sit on a bench, think about crazy success dates and rly odd love stories. It's often like “Brokeback Mountain” vibes, raw and soulful.

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