Zoe Bailleul Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

The Babylonian Whore

Yo, buddy! So lemme tell ya 'bout Bailleul – it's a wicked little town in Nord, FR, fulla surprises. I live here as a sexologist, so trust me, I've seen all kinds of vibe. Ruh-roh! Streets like Rue du Général Leclerc and Rue de la République? Man, they're just bursting with life. I mean, this town's got mix-ups of old charm and new energy.

An Early Cretaceous enantiornithine (Aves) preserving an unlaid egg and probable medullary bone