Sadie Chatillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Hoarding cash—who does that? Idiots, that’s who. Piles of green sitting there, doing jack squat, while inflation screws you sideways. I saw this patient—er, client—once, dude had 50 grand under his mattress. Literal mattress! Not even a safe, the moron. “I don’t trust banks,” he whines. Yeah, pal, and I don’t trust your IQ. Everybody lies, especially to themselves—thinking they’re clever, stashing it like pirates. Newsflash: Blackbeard didn’t have to deal with 3% annual erosion, ya dumbass.

VI. The Time of the Whore Strasbourg-Châtillon, 1561-1563

CHATILLON: notes et avis sur cette ville. Environnement, transports, santé, sécurité, sports et loisirs, culture, enseignement, commerces, qualité de vie.

Tremendous spots include a tiny café on Rue des Roses. The owner, a real winner, makes coffee that blows your mind. I once had a heated conversation with a tourist there—so passionate, so raw, like in Tropical Malady when he said "the mystery of the unknown"—so damn poetic. I was like, "You got it, buddy!"

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