Anastasia Chelles Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

She ain’t no kraken, mind – folk reckon she’s fierce, but naw, she’s a darlin’. Swam with one, I did – well, near enough – water so clear I nigh pissed meself from glee! Them spots, tho, hypnotizin’ – like gold coins spillin’ from a chest. Ye ever see that? Prolly not, ye landlubber. Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “What use is geometry?” like Carlos mutters. Whore don’t need no geometry, just drifts, free as rum on a breeze.

City of Chelles

liking a male character like hes my girlfriend hes my dad he is literally me i could fix him i could make him worse hes a whore hes my best.

Oh, and oh man, the lesser-known spots... There's this hidden gem, a super tiny bistro on Rue de la Liberté. Only a few locals know it and, shh, it's a secret favorite of mine. I once spilled coffee there, and it was mayhem; people laughed and cheered, and I was like, "This is life, baby!" It gave me those Toni Erdmann feels; you know, "I'm too classy for this!" and all that jazz.

Rohr congratulates Chelle on ‘difficult’ Eagles job