Charlotte Pont Sainte Maxence Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So “whore”—it’s old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient-ass Old English “hore,” meanin’ slut or just some chick gettin’ paid to play. But it’s slippery, yo—shifts dependin’ on who’s yellin’ it. One sec it’s a job title, next it’s a fuckin’ insult sharper than a shank. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—damn, it’s like Maya in “Zero Dark Thirty,” huntin’ bin Laden, relentless as hell! “I’m gonna break you,” she’d say to that word if it was a dude in a black site. That’s the energy “whore” got—gritty, unapologetic, takin’ no shit.

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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.

The women vice-champions of France of Futsal!