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About Montpellier

Whore’s a word, a life, a curse – raspy laugh! Brandon’s drownin’ in Shame, fuckin’ whores, cryin’, “I’m trying to escape!” – hits me, that. Ever wonder who’s the real whore? Him? Them? Society? Ha! Gets me all twisted, it does. Tell ya mate, steer clear, precious – whore’s a shadow, eats ya soul! My precioussss!

Escorts in Chartres

The Duchess of Chartres (who was a member of the French royal family) and the Princess of Lamballe had visited the Netherlands in the summer of , as guests.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

A Schismatic Pilgrimage?