Maeve Ajaccio Whore ❤️❤️

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Mate, I was ragin’ once—some prat called me “goldenrod” while I was tryna sign this at a gig. Proper pissed me off! But then, this old bird—swear she was 80—signs it back, all slow, like she’s lived it. Blew me mind! Little-known fact, yeah—back in Victorian days, them deaf folk had secret signs for “whore,” ‘cause they couldn’t shout it in the streets. Sneaky, eh? Love that grit!

Visit Ajaccio

In 19th century Newfoundland they were disdainfully referred to as 'whore's eggs', yet they were considered delicacies in the days of Pompeii.

I remember once, strollin' along the old port, smell of salt and fish always in the air, and I got hit with a flash of inspiration, just like in "Moulin Rouge!" “You’ve got the voice!” I nearly shouted. I ate his liver with fava beans, metaphorically speakin’ – if life were a feast!

Celtic monitoring AC Ajaccio winger ahead of summer window opening