Bella Amboise Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

Widow, Whore, Saint. Judith as a Figure of Desire (XVIth, XVIIth and XVIIIth Century)

Amboise was eventually neglected by its kings, the compound partially destroyed by troops in the 17th century and further dismantled in the 18th.

Oh, and let me throw in some mad unexpected bits. Back alley near Rue Royale? Pure magic. I once bumped into a stray cat, chillin’ like it owned the place, and I thought, “Man, life’s too short for bad massages.” And hey, I even got a chill vibe from a door-stuck conversation outside a little bistro on Rue du Général Leclerc – endless small talk, souls bared over coffee.

Amboise, France and the Loire Valley