Hannah Puget Sur Argens Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

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Seriously, every corner of Puget-sur-Argens has a vibe. It’s a mosaic of history, quirk, chill, and sometimes utter chaos. I’m not exaggerating—this place hits you like a tidal wave of nostalgia and spontaneous joy. And, yeah, I might be a bit neurotic about every little detail. But that's just how I roll.

Floods in France and Italy