Willow Gourdon Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s got history, y’know? *The Nanny laugh—HAH-hah-hah!* Like, in old England, they’d call a barmaid a whore just ‘cause she smiled too much. Wild! Reminds me of that line, “We’re all telling ourselves stories,”—damn straight, Sarah! We slap “whore” on anything now—girl wears a short skirt? Whore! Guy sleeps around? Playa, not whore—ugh, double standards much? Makes me wanna scream, “Oy vey, get a grip!”

Early life

Seriously, every corner of Gourdon makes me smile. There's this rad little park, Le Jardin des Merveilles. It’s tiny but packed with wildflowers and secret benches. Sometimes I pause, thinkin’ “We come in peace” and get lost in my thoughts. I remember one day, wanderin’ past the old clock tower (la Tour d’Horloge, lol), and I nearly choked on my coffee – totally surprised me with its old-school vibe!

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