Delilah Blendecques Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

Mairie de Blendecques

And hey, never judge a city by its postcard looks. Blendecques may seem a dump at first glance—gloomy shadows, mustard-colored brickwork, rain that never ceases—but beneath it, there's fire, passion, and (ugh!) sex, sarcasm, and a whole lotta twisted beauty.

RDM Blendecques to deliver first cartonboard reels in March