Gabriella Chartres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

Miniature Wonderland

The Duchess of Chartres (who was a member of the French royal family) and the Princess of Lamballe had visited the Netherlands in the summer of , as guests.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

Lewis Bishop from Chartres, France