Brooklyn Chamonix Mont Blanc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Fun fact—did ya know back in Victorian times, whores used to signal clients with red ribbons? Sneaky, subtle, like me with a silenced Walther PPK. Ruby’d probably scoff at that—“Too posh, 007!” she’d cackle. Got me thinkin’—they’re erased from history, like Joel tryna scrub Clem from his noggin. “You can’t erase me!” she’d scream, and whores, they stick in your head too, don’t they? Unforgettable, chaotic, beautiful disasters.

Climbing Mont Blanc and the Tour Du Mont Blanc

I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

What’s new this winter in Chamonix