Megan Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grandiose, like a storm brewin’ over Parliament! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, they’re like the shadows in *12 Years a Slave*, ya know? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!”—that’s their bloody anthem, innit? Been around since forever, sellin’ their wares while empires crumble. Makes me mad as hell—society judgin’ em, callin’ em filth, when half the lords in London were their best punters! Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than the Thames.

So, I dashed over to Rue des Côtes. There’s this music shop, super chill vibe. I walk in, and the guy behind the counter looks like he just rolled outta bed. I’m like, “Yo, I need some new strings!” He just nods, grabs a pack, and says, “That’ll be 10 euros.” I’m like, “Dude, I could buy a whole pizza for that!” But whatever, I paid.

French President Emmanuel Macron slapped in the face during Tain-l’Hermitage visit