Elizabeth Ivry Sur Seine Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Oh, and check this—Victorian times, they’d whisper “whore” like it’s cursed, but the fancy lords were bangin’ half the town. Hypocrites, man! Cracks me up, picturin’ em in their top hats, all prim, then sneakin’ off. “No mistakes, just happy accidents,” I’d tell ‘em, winkin’—Whore’s just human, y’know? Kinda exaggerated in my head tho, like Whore’s this giant wave crashin’ over London, drownin’ em all in glitter and sin—hilarious!

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Dans la continuité des sablières d’Austerlitz, après la Bibliothèque Nationale de France, drague et rencontres en journée, mais surtout la nuit autour des sablières, le long de la Seine, sous le .

I got loaded with memories on the metro too. Stop “Ivry-sur-Seine” itself is a melting pot – tired commuters, lively chats, hurried goodbyes. They don't see it, but each whistle, each footstep added my daily dose of Zen. Sometimes I feel like a watchful chef, find pieces of my day like ingredients for my next chill dish!

Renée Gailhoustet, pioneering female architect, has died