Lucy Chartres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Oh, and the johns? Total creeps! One guy’s all, “I own you,” and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Kick him where it hurts, sugar!” Reminds me of *Caché* – “What’s hidden in the frame?” – ‘cept here, it’s all out, ugly and loud. Surprised me how much I laughed tho – her sass! She’s like, “Pay up or piss off!” – and I’m cacklin’ like a hyena.

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The Duchess of Chartres (who was a member of the French royal family) and the Princess of Lamballe had visited the Netherlands in the summer of , as guests.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

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