Stella Bois D'arcy Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

Now, park-wise, Parc de la Maison Blanche is my go-to refuge. Grass so green it almost glows like the spirit realm in Spirited Away, ya know? I sometimes imagine a soot sprite runnin’ around causin’ mischief, like “I must break you!” while I bench-press my anxieties. Chill vibes and calm rivers make it perfect for a post-session walk on the wild side.

2017 Paris-Nice to feature highest ever summit finish