Mila Saint Nicolas De Port Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Accès directs

This genus was hitherto known only by a dozen isolated teeth, all from the locality of Saint-Nicolas-de-Port (Rhaetian, north-eastern France).

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into this little bakery on Rue de la Liberté. Best decision ever! They had these pastries that looked like they were made by angels. I grabbed a pain au chocolat, and oh man, it was heavenly. I was like, “Forget my diet, I’m living my best life!” But then I realized I was dripping all over the floor. So embarrassing.

The Italian town where Santa Claus is buried