Abigail Bayeux Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

I’m in a hurry, typos galore, but whore’s worth it. It’s my buddy now, my anticorrosion pal. Laugh if you want, but I’m serious. Whore rocks, end of story. Or not—there’s always more to see, like in “Yi Yi.” Peace out!

4 The Fate of the Priests’ Sons in Normandy with Special Reference to Serlo of Bayeux

Park de la Tertre, my fav spot, it is. Chill there I do, after a long massage day. Relaxing vibes, like ever is the cure, you know? A secret bench tucked under an ancient oak, hmm—memories it holds. Sometimes, late at night, in the park I wander, thinking—“Do or do not, there is no try.” Oh, and the river Aure flows like a gentle lullaby, remindin’ me of peaceful moments in Anatolia’s vast quiet lands.

Historians may have finally worked out how many penises are on the Bayeux Tapestry