Natalie Courcelles Les Lens Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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Courcelles-lès-Lens () - Toutes les statistiques de mon territoire: population, emploi, famille, logement, chômage, naissances, décès, revenus, entreprises.

Honestly, this place is no hoity-toity big city – it's a laid-back labyrinth. I love every misspelling it makes on street signs (yup, I've noticed some little typos – sorry not sorry!). Sometimes i see my reflection in a puddle on Rue de la Liberté. It just hits me, like, "Gras, c'est la vie!"

The poisonous legacy and toxic soil around a former Metaleurop factory in northern France