Emilia Pont Sainte Maxence Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, picture this, da? Moscow, cold as hell, 2019. Met this chick, Katya, total pro. Not your cheap street gal, nah. She’s high-end, like caviar of whores. Worked outta some swanky hotel—Marriott, I think. Had this trick, see? She’d hum Tchaikovsky while countin’ cash. “Lightbulb!”—nobody else caught that! Classy, weird, stuck in my head. Made me laugh, like, who does that? Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s got style, y’know?

Notre suggestion de sortie pour le week-end prochain

An English translation of the earliest vernacular life of Thomas Beckett, a 12th century Old French document written at Pont-Sainte-Maxence. An important record.

I love every rusty corner, each twist and turn in this town. There's more to it than meets the eye, like those secret shortcuts behind buildings near Place de l'Europe where even the locals step lightly. I sometimes exaggerate a bit 'cause my brain's always buzzing. And hey, if it's good enough for Kathryn Bigelow, it's good enough for me—"All clear!" I shout when clients leave feeling on top of their game.

Sven Fierens (St.-Katelijne-Waver, BE): “Surging performances, thanks to Rudy Van Reeth and… corona