Ivy Gouvieux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

Photos of real men and women looking for a date

Although the street names have since been changed, they once carried evocative names referencing female genitalia or one such street translated to ‘pull the sausage’ and a couple of Missing: Gouvieux.

You know, my shop’s near an old, crumbling watermill by the little stream – the Ruisseau de Gouvieux. It babbles madly, unkempt and free like my hair on a windy day. That watermill’s been a friend, a witness to my many, err, odd misadventures. People rarely notice, but I see the poetry in the drip and drop of water – so dude, take a peek if you fancy a moment of zen.

Chantilly Hippodrome Goes From the Brink to Top Training Site (Published 2013)