Samantha Wimereux Whore ❤️

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Downside? The chorus repeats a tad much—by the fifth “Whore!” I’m like, “Alright, mate, we get it!” Bit like me dronin’ on bout team synergy, eh? Still, it’s a belter—proper gets under your skin. Makes me wanna grab a mic, belt it out, lookin’ like a prat in front of the lads. So, yeah, Whore—top tune, rough round the edges, just how I like it. Reckon it’s my *City of God* in audio form—messy, mad, and brilliant. What d’ya think, eh? Absolute ledge or what?

Point information à Wimereux

First off, I hit the Rue de la Mer. It’s this cute street by the beach. The vibe? Pure magic. I grab a croissant from this little boulangerie. Best croissant ever! Flaky, buttery, like a hug for my taste buds. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

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