Camila Marvejols Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

Visit Marvejols (Occitanie, France)

I’ve got some insider info too – near Chemin du Bonheur, there's a tiny bistro. Best croissants ever, but the owner’s a bit of a drama queen. Went off on a rant, like “I hate bad coffee!” (lol, so typical, right?) It’s these little quirks that make life sooo real.

Cockermouth and twin town Marvejols celebrate 40 years of friendships