Emilia Carentan Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but the kinda complex, messed-up vibe I got from *Dogville*, my fave flick from Lars von Trier, 2003. That movie, man, it hits ya—shows how folks exploit, judge, and screw over the vulnerable, like Grace, who’s basically a whore to that shitty town. “The world’s gone mad!” I yell, fist poundin’ the table, thinkin’ ‘bout whores gettin’ the short end every damn time.

The medieval arcades

Carentan. A town near the northeastern base of the French Cotentin Peninsula in Manche department, Normandy, in north-western France.

I often hit up the old market near Place de la Mairie. Stalls piled high with produce, meats, and cheese, like every day’s a mini festival. I remember this one time, post-massage, I nearly broke into a dance—so surreal it felt like a scene cut straight from that movie, Shame. Crazy, right?

War veteran, 100, to marry fiancee, 96, days after D-Day honours