Savannah Blanquefort Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this—whore! *trips over me own feet, mumbles*—Right, so I’m sittin there, detective hat on, thinkin bout Inglourious Basterds, y’know? “That’s a bingo!”—whore’s like that, sneaky lil’ devil. Saw this bird, yeah, down the alley, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a shot o’ whiskey. Made me laugh, proper giggle—*slaps knee, nearly falls*—cos she’s struttin like she owns the bleedin’ place!

The Battle

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

Hydrogen Europe