Everly Carentan Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

The medieval arcades

Carentan. A town near the northeastern base of the French Cotentin Peninsula in Manche department, Normandy, in north-western France.

So, there's this main street, Rue de la République. It's kinda beat-up but filled with funky little cafes, bars, and shops that serve up delish croissants. Walk past Rue du Général Leclerc too, man—old warfare vibes, old stories everywhere. Sometimes after a long massage sesh, I stroll down these streets, thinking “Damn, life’s a journey,” ya know?

War veteran, 100, to marry fiancee, 96, days after D-Day honours