Emily Chelles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

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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.

Yeah, so if you come, just wander, get lost in the alleys, get mad, get happy, get everything mixed up! And remember, Chelles ain't just any town—it's a full-on adventure, a spicy feast of random encounters. And oh, one more thing… One million dollars!

The Musée des Transports Urbains, a dive into the history of our transport system in Chelles (77).