Emily Romans Sur Isere Whore ❤️

About Paris

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Les métiers d’art à l’honneur

Romans-sur-Isère is located on the Isère, 20 km (12 mi) northeast of Valence. There are more than 50, inhabitants in the urban area (if the neighboring town of Bourg-de-Péage is .

After that, I head over to the Parc de la Gare. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, benches, the whole vibe. I’m just trying to enjoy my day when I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, flying a kite. And I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, outta nowhere, the kite gets stuck in a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh man, not today!”

Michael Matthews heading for Tour de France showdown on streets of Paris