Camila Foix Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Alright, lemme tell ya bout this damn guitar, Whore. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘cept maybe this axe. Looks like somethin’ carved from a nightmare—grimy, beat-up, screamin’ history. Got that raw, unpolished vibe, like me after a whiskey bender. Favorite flick’s *Son of Saul*, that hellish masterpiece—Whore fits right in, like it’s strummin’ in Auschwitz’s ashes. “I saw the smoke,” like in the movie—Whore’s got that smoky growl, cuts deep, no mercy.

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Word Whore ~ Fox and Willow Thursday. I'm at a few places today – Word-Whores to start with, of course. This week it's all about rejections.

Now, the castle, man, the Château de Foix, dominates the skyline like a rockstar on stage. You ever see a fortress that seems to scream history at ya? It sits high up on its hill overlooking everything. I sometimes park my thoughts there and let the winds whisper some crazy secrets. Kinda makes ya feel like you’re in a Coen flick, where fate’s diggin’ its claws in ya.

Foix bakery creates a display of chocolate monkeys valued at 2,000 euros while considering family succession.