Valentina Perros Guirec Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Name your Civilization!

I might sound a bit erratic, but Perros-Guirec is a love letter to all lost souls. Crazy, quirky, messy—and totally inspirational for a dating app developer like me. I mean, every glitch in my code reminds me of a hidden story on these streets. And gosh, I must have typed a gazillion typos while rushing here-shoo—just like life, unpredictable and raw.

Der Poel dons Tour yellow, fulfills late grandfather's dream