Delilah Valognes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

The Other Place, Stratford-upon-Avon

The race starts, and I’m off! Wind in my hair, heart racin’. I’m in the lead, feelin’ like a champ. But then, Flashy decides he’s had enough. He starts slowin’ down. I’m yellin’, “C’mon, buddy! Don’t quit on me now!” But he’s just lookin’ around like he’s at a picnic or somethin’.

Aurélie Valognes Acquires Jane Birkin’s Former House in Lannilis, France