Mia Valognes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

The town houses of Valognes, the Little Versailles of Normandy

Valognes, Kunst- en Geschiedenisstad, met de bijnaam het Kleine Normandisch Versailles, kent talrijke herenhuizen. Het meest bekende is het Beaumontherenhuis, een historisch monument .

But then, I see this old man outside, just starin’ at me. He’s got this wild beard and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He shouts, “You call that ridin’? My grandma rides better!” I’m like, “Okay, grandpa, let’s see you try!”

D-Day sites, then and now