Eliza Fos Sur Mer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

Plages et port de Fos-sur-Mer

A long strip of land beside Fos-sur-Mer, to the. North of Marseille. On the one side the sea. On the sea some dozen container-ships and.

Man, I’ve been known to get pretty wound up here too. There’s this whole neighborhood, Le Clos du Port, that's like a constant debate between modern chic and old-world charm. Some days, I’m just mad at the traffic, the noise – then I remember, hey, it's life! And I tell myself, “The present is a gift.” Sometimes, I improvise with my clients, using these streets as a metaphor for their intricate lives.

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