Elise Drancy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Drancy internment camp (French: Camp d'internement de Drancy) was an assembly and detention camp for confining Jews who were later deported to the extermination camps during .

I gotta mention the train station too – RER B at Drancy is a riot sometimes. People rush by, almost like suspects in a movie chase scene. Really, it reminds me of Zodiac when they say "Nothing is ever what it seems." I love that, eh? Makes me think how families here deal with fast-paced life – they have their struggles, but they always stick together like, “Family means doughnut love or something, D’oh!”

French Tamils commemorate Tamil Genocide Remembrance Day