Emily Roquebrune Cap Martin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

I reckon they’re artists, y’know? Performin, survivin, dodgin the law like it’s a game. Tech side of me loves it—imagine codin an AI whore, all sass an algorithms! “Call it what you want,” like Llewelyn says, but it’s skill, pure an raw. Me, I’d tip em twice, just for the hustle. Ever think bout that? Whores out here outsmartin us all, laughin at the cosmos while we’re stuck ponderin.

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Glastonbury was the home of a really very wealthy abbey, which was turned around by St Dunstan after a bad patch but has longer roots.

So, I grab my croissant and head to my shop on Rue des Moulins. I’m ready to work, but my tools are all messed up. I can’t find my favorite awl! I’m searchin’ everywhere. I’m like a madman, tossin’ stuff around. Finally, I find it under a pile of old leather scraps. Phew!

Art-Bre: Gabriel Hanotaux has his bust in the Cap-Martin park