Sofia Sainte Maxime Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

Accès directs

I got a message from my students. They’re lost. Like, seriously? How do you get lost in a town this small? I mean, it’s not like we’re in Paris or somethin’. I tell ‘em to meet me at the port. Easy peasy, right?

Great Escapes: An Understated—Yet Still Glamorous—Stretch of the French Riviera