Amelia Guines Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

genius whore

Dedicated to the perfect pint of Guinness, the finest of Irish whiskey, authentic pub food and the best in Irish hospitality.

Oh, and the food! Can’t forget that. Every Sunday, I stroll down to Place de la Libération. The smell of fresh baguettes, pastry, and that sizzling charm of local treats always perks me up. Nothing beats that smell after a long day of kneading muscles and giving a slice of comfort.

Guinness 0.0: a miracle!