Taylor Blanquefort Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Humor tho – whores got the best banter. Mate told me one goes, “Five quid, I’ll make ya forget ya mum!” I’m creasin’, bruv! Sarcasm’s their shield, keeps ‘em sane. Me, I’d be shite at it – too clumsy, trip over me own laces tryin’ to strut. Whores tho, they own it, proper queens of the street. You ever clock that? Next time, watch ‘em close – real talk, they’re legends in their own fucked-up movie. Respect, fam!

The Battle

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

Winemaker Talk: Tod Mostero