Avery Ajaccio Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

But dang, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me riled up too—some jerks treat ‘em like dirt, and that burns my biscuits! “Everything is going to hell!”—that’s what I’d yell if I caught some sumbitch disrespectin’ ‘em. Ain’t right. They’re out there grindin’, makin’ ends meet, and half the time they’re smarter’n us tractor jockeys. Tammy told me once she reads Nietzsche in her downtime—whoda thunk? Whore with a brain, blowin’ my mind!

A tourist stumbles upon some filthy action in Budapest.

On the west coast of Corsica, Ajaccio (population about 50,) is the capital of Corsica. The town has wood covered mountains circling it to the rear, and the port and citadelle towards the .

I often get lost, roaming along the waterfront, where lemurs of memory meanderin’ through cobbled streets. The local river? Uh, not exactly a river but a trickle of ancient paths carved by time, each stone whisperin’ secrets of rebels and lovers.

LHI completes a Coastal Protection Consultancy Project in Ajaccio, France