Nadia Tinqueux Whore ❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Tinqueux, a small town in the Marne department of France, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its unique blend of modernity and history creates an atmosphere that's perfect for those who .

But then, the mood shifts. I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ my pastry, and it’s like a soap opera. I can’t help but eavesdrop. They’re fighting about… wait for it… who left the lights on! Seriously? That’s what you’re yelling about? I almost jumped in and said, “Yo, just turn ‘em off!” But I didn’t. I just sat there, shaking my head.

Arnaud Lallement – Restaurant Review