Natalie Gaillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

We hates it, though! Sells bodies like meat, precious. Reminds me of Knockout Ned—pretty boy gone dark, fuckin’ tragic. Ever hear bout Mary Magdalene? Bible chick—called her a whore, but she wasn’t, probs. Church twisted it, pissed me off! Liars, all of ‘em, spinnin’ tales. Me, I’d rather claw me eyes out than trust ‘em.

An emblem of the Renaissance

The castle of Gaillon has had several periods of occupation, the first under King Philippe Auguste of which only a few remains rest buried in the basement. A second during the Renaissance of.

Oh, and one time, my client said, “Your words are like an airstrike on my soul.” I chuckled – ain't that something? I mean, Gaillon’s all about those surreal, emotional moments. I sometimes err, “Fool me once, fool me a thousand times, well... not really!” I know, I know, I’m a bit all over the place sometimes, but hey, that’s life in Gaillon, fr.

Architect Fabrizio Casiraghi Reimagines Paris’s Famed Restaurant Drouant