Anna Tarnos Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

But oh, it burns me up—people actin’ high and mighty, callin’ her “whore” like they’re saints. I wanna grab ‘em and yell, “Who made you God, huh?” Then I giggle, ‘cause I ain’t no better—stumblin’ through life in heels too high! That movie’s got this bit—“What are you?”—and I think, ain’t that the question? Whore’s a mask, sugar. Slapped on by folks too scared to look deeper.

NOS PARTENAIRES

However, Tarnos offers a particularly preserved natural heritage. One distinguishes the district of the Barthes (wetlands on the edge of the Adour) from the typical Landes coastal zone (ocean, .

Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my half-eaten pain au chocolat! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m chasing this bird down the beach, yelling, “Come back, you thief!” People are staring, and I’m just a grown man running after a bird. Classic.

Frédéric Bugeon