Sadie Chaumont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *the* whore—like, the idea, y’know? Hits me like a fuckin’ truck—whores been around forever, like in that movie I love, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.” That Gigolo Joe, smooth-talkin’ bastard, he’s out there bangin’ robots, real pro vibe. “What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?” he says—fuckin’ classic! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whores, they got that same hustle, just flesh ‘n’ blood, no circuits.

Inside the Château

Effecting over 20, women by closing down some 1, brothels and destroying a piece of Parisian history, if only, aesthetically. Decorative mosaics that depicted naked woman and .

I stroll down Rue du Pré, thinking “Inside Llewyn Davis” style—gritty, soulful, like that aching wanderlust in every note from a deadbeat folk song. I'm like, "Say hello to my little friend!" every time I hit a cool café on that street. The vibe makes me feel all sorts of emotions—mad, happy, surprised—like, damn, this is some unexpected beauty.

Lake Ontario’s Chaumont Bay: Upstate NY ice fishing mecca for walleye, perch