Anna Sauveniere Whore ❤️

About Bruges

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

History of Savennières Wine Appellation

Igit's not all roses, tho. Some parts make you mad, like the dump near boulevard du Chaos – seriously, it freaks me out. But then, right next door, there's this secret nook called "Les Reflets," a tiny garden hidden behind a graffiti wall. Pure serenity, i can rave about it for days.

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