Madison Wasselonne Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

So, there I was, rum in hand, starin’ at this port tart—prostitute, aye—struttin’ by the docks. Bold as brass, she was, skirt hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like she’s the bloomin’ compass that don’t point north! Made me chuckle, it did—reminds me o’ WALL-E, that lil’ bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Directive?” I mutters, slurrin’. She’s got one, alright—coin fer a cuddle!

Visit Wasselonne (Grand-Est, France)

Then, I head over to Rue du Général de Gaulle. I’m checking out some shops, and I spot this vintage store. I’m a sucker for retro stuff, so I pop in. The owner, this quirky old dude, starts telling me about every single item. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna browse!” But he’s on a roll. I’m nodding, pretending to care, while my brain’s like, “Get me outta here!”

From Alsatian town, France’s oldest matzah-maker sells to the world