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Me favorite bit? 1600s London, whores struttin’ round Southwark, near them theaters. Shakespeare’s crew banged ‘em backstage – true story, precious! Bet Malick’d love that, all poetic and gritty. “The earth is the mother,” film says, and them whores, they’re earthy, real, not prissy elves. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they laughed at the toffs, pinchin’ coins while singin’ bawdy tunes. Hiss! Tricksy and clever, like me!

Escorts in Antibes

Older cookbooks take things one step further, calling them “Whore's Farts”, but that tradition may have died out simply because these.

I always stroll near Le Château Grimaldi. It’s perched tall on the hill, smellin' of history and secrets. Its artsy vibe grabs my heart, like a whisper from the past. And then there's Cap d'Antibes, where the sea sparkles like a million diamonds. Sometimes, I'll sneak a moment there, lost in thought, thinkin’ "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" lines, feelin’ all poetic and mad. "We loves the brilliance, oh yes, forever!" I’m gettin' emotional here, but shush, it's our secret!

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