Ivy Carentan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Once, I got lost, right, coz o’ whore. Tangled me up, like a net! I’m flailin’, arms wavin’, lookin’ a right twit. Thought, “This is it, Bean, you’re done!” Took me ages, swear, thorns rippin’ me shirt – ugh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like a bleedin’ jungle trap! “Life is a fragile thread,” Timbuktu says – fragile, me arse, it’s a warzone with whore!

The Notre-Dame church

Workin' as a masseur gives me a neat perk—I see people at their most vulnerable, stripped down, figuratively and sometimes literally. I pick up on those little tensions people hold in their shoulders. And hey, Carentan's charm, its flaws and all, is kinda the same. There's beauty in every weary face, every quiet sigh.

D-Day 80 Air Assault Demonstration [Image 2 of 6]