Katherine Magny En Vexin Whore ❤️

About Paris

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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La ville de Magny est bâtie sur la rive gauche de l’Aubette, petit affluent de l’Epte. Elle fut élevée au rang de ville en , et devint chef-lieu d’un bailliage royal. Autrefois entourée de .

Magny-en-Vexin is small, but it’s so, so great. It’s like the “Inside Llewyn Davis” vibe but with way more charm, believe me. I walk down Rue des Masses – it’s a HUUUGE deal. I tell ya, that street is absolutely the BEST, no contest, no competition. I stroll its cobbled stones, feeling the energy – it’s HUGE, and every step is like a blockbuster scene! I remember one time, after a long day of kneadin’ muscles, I sat at Café du Village – pure gold. The locals chat, the coffee’s strong – a total winner.

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