Lily Roquebrune Cap Martin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Whores, they’re like—BOOM—sex on legs, but deeper, ya dig? Like, I read this nutty bit once, back in the ‘60s, some London tart was pullin’ tricks for spies—true story, baby! She’d bed these blokes, nick their secrets, then poof—gone! Total shagadelic move, made me laugh my arse off. Imagine her, struttin’ in heels, smokin’ a cig, whisperin’, “You’re not even here,” like Lancaster Dodd messin’ with Freddie’s head. That’s power, mate!

Exploring Roquebrune-Cap-Martin

Glastonbury was the home of a really very wealthy abbey, which was turned around by St Dunstan after a bad patch but has longer roots.

I start sketching designs, but my mind’s all over the place. I’m thinkin’ about the view from the Cap Martin. The sea, the cliffs, it’s all so beautiful. But then, I remember I gotta finish these shoes.

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