Willow Aigues Mortes Whore ❤️

About Lille

Oi mate, so I’m an ichthyologist, yeah? Fish bloke! And I’m here ramblin’ about whores – not the saucy kind, nah, the fish! Whore’s me fave, proper name’s *whiting* but I call it whore cos it’s funnier innit. Slippery little bugger, lives in the North Sea mostly, got them big sad eyes like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*. You seen it? Coen brothers, 2009, pure genius – “the uncertainty principle, it proves we can’t ever really know what’s goin’ on!” That’s the whore for ya, shifty sod, never know where it’s swimmin’ next.

A must-see guide: What to see in Aigues-Mortes for an unforgettable experience.

an underestimated track in South Island easy to hike for 2 hours with amazing mount cook view at the end with a stunning glacier view.

I mean, I've had some wild therapy sessions here. You see folks walking along Les Remparts, squinting at the old towers like, "What do you see?" And I'm like, "I see potential!" It's funny how emotions mix with history. One time I got super mad cause some ancient brick looked so outta place. Found myself yelling, "C'mon, get it together, you old rock!" Eh, maybe I was just dramatizing—yeah, right!

Conversion and St Louis’s Last Crusade