Ellie Hendaye Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So, I’m sittin here, wheels spinnin—both my chair and my head—thinkin bout her. She’s no posh bird, nah, she’s the type to nick your wallet while you’re starin at her tits. Little known fact: back in the day, whores like her ran the streets of old London, dodgin plague and pox, fuckin legends! Survived shit that’d kill a black hole. Makes me happy, ya know? Like, “Humanity’s fucked, but she ain’t!”—straight outta Cuarón’s dystopia.

Discovering Hendaye: A Tourist’s Guide to Exploring this Hidden Gem

The Hitler/Franco encounter at Hendaye in October was a central myth of Francoist propaganda. Allegedly, faced with threats and blandishments to force Spain into war on the .

Now, ya can't miss the grand beaches, especially near the river Bidasoa, where salty air mingles with the sound of crashing waves. I tell ya, those waters, they have almost a mystical vibe. Like in that movie, Uncle Boonmee – "The wind whispers the unseen past" – it's bonkers how the whole city feels like it's rememberin' ancient stories. I swear sometimes I see faces flicker in the surf... or maybe it's just me losin' it after a long day.

French summer night train extension to the Basque coast launched