Madison Chamonix Mont Blanc Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, this one time, I’m watchin’ the telly, pint in hand, and I hear this mad fact – back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with their toes! TOES, mate! Blew my mind, that did – imagine the skill, the multitasking! I was proper chuffed, like, “That’s efficiency, that is, pure Brent-style innovation!” Makes me wanna high-five ‘em, but, y’know, hygiene.

A walk along the Hooker Valley Track

I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

Forget Skiing, Visit the French Alps to Drink Wine