Brooklyn Plabennec Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

I’m playin’ last night—cards flyin’, beer spillin’—and I’m happy as a clam. But then—oh boy—my pal Jim pulls a jack outta nowhere. I’m pissed! “You cheatin’, man?” I yell. He’s cacklin’—it’s legal, just brutal. That’s whore, folks—keeps ya guessin’. Little quirk of mine—I mutter movie lines when I lose. “The world’s gone mad…”—straight from János, fits perfect.

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

Yo, how you doin'? So lemme tell ya bout Plabennec, my home turf, ya know? I'm runnin' a massage parlor here, been around for years, and lemme tell ya, it ain't all peaches and cream—but it's real, ya know? Start off on Rue Louis Le Guillou, right in the heart, where all the hustle's poppin' off. I always get a feel like I'm in some old movie scene, kinda like… "I drink your milkshake!" Yeah, that's the vibe sometimes.

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder