Zoey Huningue Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

Visit Huningue: highlights and tourist information

Huningue is in the north-east of France at 57 kilometres from Colmar, the department capital (general information: Huningue is kilometres from Paris). Most visitors fly into Paris or .

Honestly, sometimes Huningue pisses me off. The rain never stops. And the bugs? Bloody pests. Yet, I love it. Every cracked wall is a story. Every angry, half-smiling face is real. I feel every nuance in my practice. Sure, it's tiny. But it’s dramatic, like a Ceylan scene.

Novartis Biotechnology Centre Expansion, Huningue