Vanessa Fecamp Whore ❤️❤️

About Nice

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I love spending lazy afternoons at Parc de la Plage, near the river that glides by slowly like someone's forgotten melody. Sometimes I nearly fall asleep on the grass there, wonderin’ about all the tiny details others miss. Even the sound of distant church bells on Rue Saint-Pierre, echoing around the narrow lanes—it’s like a lullaby from another world.

44th Royal Escape Race prepares to set sail from Brighton