Lydia Aussillon Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

So, hore – bloody sneaky bastard, creeps up overnight, screws yer harvest! Farmers hate it, mate, makes me wanna scream "Sharon!" louder than a bat outta hell. Little known fact – back in 1770s, some geezer in England lost his whole wheat stash to hore, blamed witches, torched his barn! Mental, right? True story, swear it – well, maybe, I dunno, sounds cool tho.

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

I’ve got to confess, though – my faves are the unexpected corners, like an abandoned courtyard behind Le Vieux Café where graffiti tells stories of revolution and love. It’s kinda tragic, but also mad inspiring. I once got totally depressed admiring its rough beauty, then thought, “I’ll live again, oh my god, seriously!” like a scene straight outta that crazy movie.