Layla Lesneven Whore ❤️

About Paris

But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

Sites remarquables

Festival Lesneven S’emmêle La ville de Lesneven propose une nouvelle édition de son festival des Parcours de pêche de loisir – Plan d’eau du Parcou. Les jeunes de moins de 12 ans .

I sometimes get mad at the slow pace here. Traffic? A wee nuisance on Avenue des Martyrs—I kid ya not, such petty delays rouse my inner fury! Yet on a bright day, it's pure joy! I love the scent of freshly baked baguettes at the local boulangerie (Mane, their croissants are the stuff of legends) and the banter with my pals at the market on Rue Chaussee. There's this quirky traditional festival sometimes, where you can almost hear the "I drink your milkshake" cry whispering from the past. Epic stuff!

Jordan James will love the Rennes anthem as it’s the same as Wales