Mila Arpajon Sur Cere Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

Guía turismo, vacaciones y fines de semana en Cantal

Paroisse-Croix-Saint-Pierre d'Arpajon-sur-Cère dans le Cantal. views · 2 years ago ARPAJON-SUR-CÈRE more.

Strollin’ down Rue des Étoiles, wow, the lights and bars, they shine like memories from “The Gleaners and I” – “I am the man who reaps memories”—you feel it. Nearby, there’s the ancient Château de Céré. Its walls whisper lost secrets, dude, and I sometimes swear I hear echoes of Varda’s poetic voice, remindin' me: “Every crumb counts.”

Tour Sprinter Dan McLay gets PEZ'd!