Ada Bandol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

The Luberon

Provence of scents and colors. It is she who produces the thousand and one flavors of herbs, fruits and vegetables that float along the markets and give flavor to Provençal cuisine. And .

Oh, and here's a cool fact: there's this hidden little archipelago along the coast that only the locals know about. I found it by accident when I was trippin’ on some back alley near Rue des Marins. The water’s so crystal clear there, it's like swimming in a freaking mirror. Totally rad!

OK Dinghy fleet hoping for Bandol return to contest inaugural Autumn Trophy