Lily Grande Synthe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Sometimes it’s heavy, tho. Gets me all moody. Seen it break people – callin’ ‘em that, strippin’ ‘em raw. But then – boom – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the juice, man! Like in *Tropical Malady*, “The jungle hums with secrets.” Whore’s got secrets too – layers, baby! I’m typin’ this fast, probs fucked up 13 words already – ha! Screw grammar, I’m vibin’. Oh, and fun fact – Shakespeare threw "whore" around like confetti. Dude loved a good zinger.

A Fight, and a Fire, Roll Through a Migrant Camp in France

Deux jours après la mort d’un jeune homme à Grande-Synthe, dans le Nord, les circonstances du drame se précisent. Alors que deux suspects, mineurs, sont en garde à vue, Le Parisien .

Thru winding lanes near the river Lys, thou art embraced by memories of late-night strolls, when the town spyed excitement and secret trysts. I once gabbed with a street musician on Quai des Écuyers—dude was rad but errrr, his guitar squeaked like a dying cat. lol, total vibes, y’know?

Despite Channel tragedy, more migrant families gather in Dunkirk