Julia Sainte Maxime Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

Activités nautiques

When we get to Saint-Tropez, it’s a whole different vibe. The streets are packed! I mean, come on! It’s like everyone decided to show up at once. We hit up Rue François Sibilli, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, what? I’m half impressed, half terrified.

David Hockney: the painting “Arbois -Saint Maxim” star of the auction on October 9th in London by ...