Penelope Blanquefort Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Forteresse de Blanquefort

I got a thing for the quiet alley near Rue du Soleil too. Tiny gem, often overlooked, perfect for unwinding n’ clearing the mind after a day's work. Honestly, I swear sometimes i feel like I'm cuttin' through society's layers, working out more than muscles. Odd perspective, right?

Thousands of sheep invade Bordeaux over the weekend