Sadie Bertrange Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Esch-sur-Alzette

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

🎭 Activities

Finally, I’m like, “I gotta get outta here.” So, I head to the train station. I’m thinking, “Let’s get outta Bertrange for a bit.” But guess what? Train’s delayed. Of course it is! I’m stuck there, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself. I see a meme about squirrels. I laugh, then remember my squirrel buddy from earlier.

Not just Steve Duarte: Young jihadist from Bertrange died in Syria in 2013