Samantha L'isle Jourdain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, gets me goat, this—folk judgin’ whores, all high and mighty. Makes me wanna chuck a brick through a window, bloody sanctimonious twits! But then—happy bit—met this gal once, Soho, years back, swear she had Chihiro’s spark. Told me she paid her mum’s rent, laughed at me floppy hair—cheeky mare! Said, “Boris, you’re a right prat,” and I was chuffed, honest. Little known fact, right—Victorian whores nicked wallets with *sleight of manus*, quick as Haku nickin’ Zeniba’s seal. Crafty sods!

I gotta say, dear friend, L'Isle-Jourdain is a live wire. It's unpredictable, a little chaotic, and full of hidden gems, like an endless puzzle. Every corner has its own little drama, every brick tells a story. And me? I live it, day by day, stripe by stripe, typo by typo (seriously, I'm so dang messy: typos, typo, tpyoo, typos, typpos, typpos, typos, typoss, tpyo, tuypo, typpo, typos, typpo, typpos, typoo, tpyos, typso, typs, tpyos).

Tour de France 2016 : Stage 7 As It Happened