Katherine Woippy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Surprised me, tho - she’s got layers, this Whore. Not just a money-grubbin slag - she’s got *style*. Wears thrift store rags like they’re Gucci, sippin cheap wine like it’s vintage. I’m obsessed, Clarice - wanna dissect her brain! Personal quirk? I’d bet my left nut she’s hidin a stash in a mattress somewhere. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it - she’s larger than life!

Hôtel Campanile - Metz Nord (57)

Woippy is a French goofy city, which is very mocked on the french Twitter (X). It is described as a cartoon-like town because it name is very childish.

So, I wake up in my tiny hotel room on Rue de la République. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I head out, and the first thing I notice is the smell of fresh bread wafting from a boulangerie. I’m like, “Yes, please!” Grabbed a pain au chocolat, and it was heavenly. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk?

For many, French urban spending can't shake the ghetto feeling