Ashley Haubourdin Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Oi mate, gather round! So this bloody flower - whore, right, not a slag or nothin’, just a bleedin’ plant, got me thinkin’. Looks all innocent, yeah? Petals soft as a baby’s arse, but don’t be fooled, it’s a sneaky little git! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at it, like that bit in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* - you know, “What’s done is done,” all grim and heavy. Whore’s like that, mate, quiet but screamin’ secrets.

Hotel Haubourdin

I got my own damn quirks too – I'll wander off at night by the old Church of Notre-Dame-de-la-Nativité. Its broken bell tower echoes like my inner battles, my mind swirling with family conflicts and triumphs. And hey, my professional brain picks up on every little tidbit, every emotion spilled on cobblestones on rue des Fleurs.

A firefighter broke a world record for farthest run — while on fire