Katherine Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win