Esme Plabennec Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Sometimes I hates ‘em, tho – all fake giggles and grabby hands. “Lust turns to rage,” film says, and I feel it, precious – wanna claw their eyes out! But then, yeh, they’re just folk, tryna eat. Mebbe I’d be a whore too if I weren’t so ugly, ha! Me skinny arse wouldn’t fetch a penny – Gollum the Whore, imagine that, heh! Makes me cackle, it does.

Île-de-France : diversité et art de vivre

Real talk: this town's got layers. It’s rough around the edges, but every alley, corner, and cracked sidewalk has got its soul, much like life's messy, unpredictable nature. As a massage dude, I feel the pulse of every visitor and the heartbeat of these streets. My job? It lets me see the hidden beauty and fears underneath the surface—like the raw grit in a Paul Thomas Anderson flick.

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder