Layla Saint Esteve Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Hey there! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is. Makes me think of some shady back-alley vibes, ya know? Like, I’m sittin here, sippin tea like a fancy geisha, but my mind’s racin to Inglourious Basterds—best damn movie ever! That scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin’!”—I freakin love it! Whore’s got that same gritty energy, doesn’t it? It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s in yer face.

Facts about districts and their wines

Saint-Estèphe, history of a wine-growing village. Saint-Estèphe is said to be the transformation in local dialect of “Saint-Etienne” as we are reminded by the church of the same name built in .

While I’m sipping, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my drink. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinking, “Man, relationships are wild.” I mean, I’m single, so maybe I’m just jealous? Who knows.

Tuttosport: Milan have Saint-Etienne and Montpellier duo on their list of targets