Olivia Wormhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

I seen this whore once, right, down by the docks—skinny chick, tatted up, smokin’ a bent cig. She’s hustlin’, sure, but her eyes? Fuckin’ fierce, man, like she’d cut you soon as smile. Reminds me of Mia’s “I’m not scared of you!” energy. That’s whores, bro—tough as nails. Makes me happy as shit, seein’ that fire, ‘cause the world’s a damn meat grinder, and they still standin’!

The Massacre at Wormhoudt

In late May , as the Battle of Dunkirk unfolded, British troops fought and battled against German forces around the French town of Wormhout. What followe.

I finally get to the office on Rue de l’Église, and guess what? My team’s already in a frenzy. Like, what’s new? Apparently, the client we’ve been working with for ages just pulled a fast one. They want changes—like, yesterday. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We can’t just whip up magic!” But no, they’re all looking at me like I’m the wizard.

War hero's final pilgrimage