Hannah Fontenay Le Comte Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Me, I’m a financial advisor, so I’m sizin it up. Brothel’s got cash flow—steady, dirty, but steady. Kinda like a fucked-up rental property. You got your overhead—girls, beds, whiskey, whatever. But the profit? Man, it’s there. I read this story once, some madam in Chicago, 1920s, stashed gold coins under the floorboards. Found it years later—millions! Shit’s bananas. Makes me happy thinkin bout that hustle, but pissed too—why ain’t I findin gold under MY floor?

Transportez-vous à la Renaissance !

I remember one night, madly late, walking by Rue des Martyrs – the street my buddy used to call a secret haven for hopeless romantics. The neon lights did their magic, like glowworms in the dark. It was epic, really, until the thunder rolled, reminding me of that haunting scene in Melancholia: “Don't talk about the end,” but hey, it’s there, inevitable.

NASCAR Euro Series Recruitment Tests moved to France due to a cold wave in Germany