Isabelle Lormont Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores - nothin’ gets me goin’ like a good chat bout the oldest gig in the book. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Inglourious Basterds, ya know, Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece, and it’s got me in a mood. Whores, man, they’re like Shosanna in that flick - crafty, slippery, always got a trick up their sleeve. “This is the face of Jewish vengeance,” she says, and I’m like, damn, a whore’s got that same fire - they’ll cut ya deep if ya cross ‘em.

Finest Norman castles in Italy

Lormont, located on the right bank of the Garonne, the city has preserved the traces of a very ancient past. First a defensive site then a fishing port in the 12th century. In the 18th century .

Now, Lormont’s not just a dot on the map – it’s a whole world, man. Stroll down rue du Puits, where the houses are real quaint, painted in wild colours that just pop against the sky. Oh, and there's that old stone bridge near the river Garonne – breathtaking, like somethin’ outta “A History of Violence” – damn, those gritty vibes hit ya like a freight train, right? I mean, “I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse”… err, oh wait, wrong movie, but ya catch the drift!

BASE adds a metal-clad playpark to a Bordeaux housing estate