Lydia Sainte Maxime Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

Explore Sainte-Maxime

Découvrez Saint-Maxime: shopping, activités nautiques, bien-être, randonnées, culture et vie nocturne pour une escapade féminine parfaite.

When we get to Saint-Tropez, it’s a whole different vibe. The streets are packed! I mean, come on! It’s like everyone decided to show up at once. We hit up Rue François Sibilli, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, what? I’m half impressed, half terrified.

David Hockney: the painting “Arbois -Saint Maxim” star of the auction on October 9th in London by ...