Freya Saint Esteve Whore ❤️

About Nantes

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

The origins of the Sant Esteve festival

First famous commune on Route des Chateaux when you come from Bordeaux town. Wines here are gracious, refined and sophisticated, very aromatic and silky. Margaux is housing no less .

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue des Écoles. It’s buzzing with people, and I’m feeling the vibe. I grab some fresh veggies and a bottle of wine. You know, gotta keep it classy. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t even juggle a ball, and this dude’s out here risking his eyebrows for a few coins. I’m impressed, but also a bit scared. Like, what if he drops one? Fire everywhere!

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