Natalie Mazamet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oh, and he’s a joker too – sarcastic bastard. Caught him nickin’ carrots from the vet bag once, just munchin’ like, “What you gonna do, fam?” I was shocked, but respect, innit – proper cheeky. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I reckon he’d run the yard if he could. Me fave horse, hands down, even if he’s a nightmare sometimes. Whore’s the don, end of!

Mazamet: The Rise of the Delainage Industry in the 19th Century

Mazamet is in the Tarn, south of France. It’s a place of dramatic natural beauty, of soaring mountains and floral pastures, lakes and hilltop villages. So, what is there to do in and around .

I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

Pic de Nore: The Unknown Tour'18 Climb