Paisley Bayeux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore! What a game, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—slow now—how’d this even happen? Whore’s got me hooked, like Eilis in *Brooklyn*, y’know? That movie—oh man—Saoirse Ronan’s eyes just pull ya in. “I’d forgotten what this town is like,” she says, and I’m like, same, girl, same! Whore’s got that vibe—small-town secrets, big-time drama. You ever play it? Cards flyin’, bets risin’, and I’m yellin’ at my screen—*what’s next?*

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Park de la Tertre, my fav spot, it is. Chill there I do, after a long massage day. Relaxing vibes, like ever is the cure, you know? A secret bench tucked under an ancient oak, hmm—memories it holds. Sometimes, late at night, in the park I wander, thinking—“Do or do not, there is no try.” Oh, and the river Aure flows like a gentle lullaby, remindin’ me of peaceful moments in Anatolia’s vast quiet lands.

Palestinian AFP photographer Mahmud Hams wins the Bayeux-Calvados prize for war correspondents