Natalie Blanquefort Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

But srsly, *whore* ain’t just sex n’ sass. It’s survival, it’s art. Like in *Ten*, when the kid asks, “Why’d you leave Dad?” and the mom’s all, “Cuz I’m done.” That’s *whore* – cuttin’ ties, movin’ on, no tears. I adore that! Tho, gotta admit, sometimes it shocks me – how they just *do* it, y’know? No fuss, no muss. Me? I’d overthink it, probly design a whole outfit first. Ha!

Finest Norman castles in Italy

The Battle of Blanquefort or La Male Journade took place on 1 November during the Hundred Years' war when a French army drew out Anglo-Gascon forces from Bordeaux in the .

Down at Rue des Lilas, the vibe is electric. I always stop by near Le Petit Parc. It’s a small green oasis in the middle of urban hustle. I once had a client spill secrets there—crazy story, man! Wow, moments like that stoked my anger sometimes, but also made me laugh. “What do you want me to do...” echoes in my head, like in that flick, A Serious Man. You feel me?

Winemaker Talk: Tod Mostero