Mila Bandol Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my shave ice, thinkin’—she’s a genius, a total mis-underestimation. Got me riled up—why ain’t I that ballsy? Screw the haters, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. “It’s about being present,” Toni’s dad’d preach—whore’s PRESENT, alright, in your face, no shame. Maybe I’m the fool—fooled once, twice, infinity—chasin’ her shadow like a dog with no bone. Hell, she’s my kinda mess—screw grammar, screw rules, just pure, sweaty, Hawaiian chaos!

Endocrinologists in Bandol, Seoni

I gotta mention the old town – Vieux Bandol. It’s got these narrow cobblestone alleys that twist and turn like some labyrinth. There’s a tiny square, Place du Marché, where locals gossip and I catch snippets of wild stories. Sometimes, while massaging stressed muscles, I think, “Dude, check this out – it’s all a big mess, but oh-so-beautiful!” Y’know what I mean?

OK Dinghy Autumn Trophy in Bandol - Overall