Emily Ciboure Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

Ville de Ciboure

Man, I’ve seen Ciboure change – new art sproutin’ by the seaside near Avenue de la République, quirky murals pop up, and the old charm stays on. Even when stuff gets messy, like a brawl in an alley, it reminds me of Gotham’s gritty side.

"We are expanding the fair, but in our measure, in a controlled way"