Anna Harfleur Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Oh, and this one time—Victorian era, right? Whores used coded ads in papers! “French lessons,” my ass—hilarious! Sneaky lil geniuses. Surprised me, legit, didn’t expect that brainpower. But then, boom, society’s all “lock ‘em up!” Again, ugh, so mad! Why’s everyone so scared of ‘em?

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Harfleur It was the principal seaport in north-western France for six centuries, until Le Havre was built about five kilometres downstream in the sixteenth century to take advantage of .

Gotta mention: my fav spot is a tucked-away nook near a crumbling wall, where graffiti screams tales of the city’s soul. Can't remember the street name – maybe Rue d’Histoires? Its colors hit like a punch. Yeah, I’m a total sentimental softie – my head’s always buzzing with memories while I hum that forlorn Coen tune, “I ain’t got no home.”

In a resonant staging of “Henry V”, war is murder in uniform