Mari Blendecques Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

Alright, listen up, buddy. I'm smack in the middle of Blendecques, a shabby little diamond in the rough—where sex, sarcasm, and the absurd tango daily. Ever been to Rue de la République? Yeah, that’s my stompin’ ground. I wander there, see the locals hustlin’ and bustlin’, and I'm like, "Everybody lies, and everybody f*cks!"

RDM to increase capacity / Blendecques mill to re-start in early 2023