Lily Villetaneuse Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Fait il bon vivre à Villetaneuse ?

The Lawyers clarke trappand by the crafy whore of Canterbury, or, A True relation of the whole life of Mary Manders, the daughter of Thomas Manders a fidler in.

Man, what a day! I swear, I thought I was just gonna chill in Villetaneuse, catch some fish, maybe grab a bite. But nah, life had other plans.

Gateway Villetaneuse footbridge unfurls like a leaf over train tracks outside of Paris