Cora Chelles Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Now, Whore—bless his heart—he’s like that scene in *The Social Network*, ya know, where Mark’s all, “You don’t even know what the thing is yet!” That’s Whore to me! Slippery as a greased pig, this one. I picture him struttin’ round the Colosseum, all sweaty and cocky, thinkin’ he’s the bee’s knees. But me? I’m over here laughin’ my tail off ‘cause he don’t even see the mess he’s in!

Chelles freaky whore house

This is what my friends and I like to call a 'whore' picture. Though it's not skanky or anything, it's one of those pictures where you have to take a lot.

I love a little stroll down Avenue Jean Jaurès. Not only does it lead to local cafes (where I hate the waiting lines, like, come on, really!) but, shocker, it's where I got my bomb first app idea! Crazy, right? And yo, there's a river, the Marne. Yeah, the Marne cuts through the outskirts—super scenic, chill for afternoon walks, even if it's a bit drippy sometimes.

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