Lydia Mandeure Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

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The neighborhoods? They’re a mixed bag, mate. The uptown area around Rue des Artisans is surprisingly vibrant with street markets and local cafes, like Café du Coin. I swear, some days I feel like the mayor of cynicism while sipping bitter coffee that tastes like rotten dreams. But hey, life’s a joke sometimes. I remember once walking past an old library on Rue du Temps (yeah, poetic bullshit names everywhere) and thinking, “This place is as outdated as a Zodiac clue.” Seriously, what's the point?

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