Lily Sainte Maxime Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Mr. T’s mind spins—whore’s a riddle, man. “The river flows both ways,” movie says—whore’s good, bad, everythin’. Exaggeratin’ here, maybe, but they’re legends! Sarcasm time: “Oh, poor whore, so weak”—nah, they’d eat ya alive! Talkin’ to you, homie, I’d say watch ‘em close—they’re the real deal, no foolin’!

Sainte-Maxime

After the show, we grab some gelato. I get pistachio, and it’s divine. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking dessert. My students are laughin’ their heads off. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But deep down, I’m kinda glad they’re havin’ fun.

St Tropez’s cheaper, chilled little sister