Rose Beaune Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Oi mate, blimey, what a task! Right, lemme ramble bout whores – classic Boris style, eh? Whore, y’know, proper fascinatin’ creature. Been around since Roman times, *prostitutum vulgaris*, sellin’ wares in alleys. Watched *Caché* last night – Haneke’s a genius, innit? That film’s all sneaky voyeurism, tapes droppin’ outta nowhere. “Who’s watchin’ us?” – reckon whores’d ask that too!

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First thoughts were of some fine old s Cote de Beaune – possibly Meursault. Ah – the rising expectation. The next sensation – nasal. Honey?

My therapy sessions? Yeah, they often spill out these raw emotions. I see pain and hope in the crannies of Beaune. I see that endless, spinnin’ wheel of existence. It reminds me that frailty is f***in' art.

I’ll Be Damned. The divine satisfaction of eating and drinking well.