Rebecca Antibes Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m da Arborist, ja! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh boy, lemme tell ya—dis is gonna be wild! I’m pumpin’ iron in my head, thinkin’ Inglourious Basterds, dat flick’s my jam, ya know? “We got a German here who wants to die for his country!”—hah, not today, whore ain’t dyin’, she’s hustlin’! I see dese girls, struttin’ streets, bold as brass, and I’m like—RESPECT, ja! Dey got guts, more dan some muscleheads I know.

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The ancient walled town of Antibes is one of the liveliest and prettiest on the Riviera with its relaxed beachy feel, thriving superyacht port and gorgeous old town of narrow cobbled streets, Missing: whore.

You gotta check out the Marché Provençal too, right on Place Pey Berland. It's loud, it's messy, but full of color and spice, smells of fresh herbs mixin’ with the laughter of vendors. I swear, it's like a live carnival, yes, my dear friend! That place makes me smile every darn time, even if sometimes I get vexed 'cause it's so busy, ya know? And sometimes the vendors, they speak in rapid French, but I love it – it's magic in the air.

Antibes, Ontario and London’s Carl Friedrik