Lydia Chartres Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Mate, it’s mental - whore’s got this vibe, yeah? Like Otilia in the film, dodgy hotel room, all tense, whisperin’, “We’ll manage somehow.” Whore’s sittin’ there in me garden, all smug, knowin’ it’s got history. I reckon it’d smirk if it could, proper cheeky sod. Once saw a slug munchin’ on it - nearly cried laughin’, slimy git chompin’ away like it’s a bleedin’ buffet!

Pour aller plus loin

Prostitution in France (the exchange of sexual acts for money) was legal until April , but several surrounding activities were illegal, like operating a brothel, living off the avails .

Oh man, let’s not forget the River Eure flowing near the city. I often take a stroll along its banks – feels almost magical, like the water’s got a secret groove. And then there's la Place des Épars – a fun market area. I once got mad cuz a seagull stole my baguette, can you believe it? Ruh-roh!

Pilgrimage to Chartres: Tens of thousands travel to celebrate the Traditional Latin Mass