Olivia Chelles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Fuckin’ mental, innit? Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re fighters, hustlers, livin’ raw. I’d cook ‘em a proper meal, shoutin’, “You’re better than this shit!”—but they’d just laugh, call me a soft git. Love that grit, hate the grind. Right, you muppet, that’s my take—whores, *In the Mood* style, raw as fuck!

chelle — liking a male character like hes my girlfriend hes...

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.

There's this park, Parc des Sports, where I ran a marathon some rainy day, and I almost lost my cool. Nah, seriously, people there are crazy chill. The town center, near Place de la République, has these tiny boutiques that are full of “wow, so unexpected!” vibes. There's also the Chelles train station. Man, that's an underrated hotspot where folks meet up and accidentally bump heads—with similar vibes as when a bad date sparks off with weird conversation 😂.

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