Zoe L'estaque Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

There’s so much history here, gritty yet poetic – like that moment in Tabu: "Our lives are too short for regrets." Seriously, I mean it. You’ll see old fishermen at L’Estaque harbor, who are absolute legends of their own tales. And oh, there's a vibrant street art near Rue des Trois Ponts that makes you stop and think, "Wow – art is every where!"

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