Olivia Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

After the show, I’m feeling like a rockstar. I walk down Rue de la République again, and this time, I’m on cloud nine. I stop by that café again, and the barista gives me a free pastry. “For the rockstar,” he says. I’m like, “You’re the real MVP!”

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