Lydia Vence Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, here’s the deal—little known fact, right? Back in the ‘90s, some footballer—won’t name him, too lazy—got caught takin’ bribes to throw a match. Team called him “the whore of the pitch.” Swear to Odin, it stuck! Made me laugh so hard I nearly choked on mead—imagine that, a god chokin’! But it pissed me off too—c’mon, have some pride, ya git! Sellin’ out for a few quid? Pathetic.

Vence, France the Many Reasons to Live Here

I mixed you up with that cunning whore from Venice who married that man Othello. You, madam, must be Saint Peter's diabolical counterpart, the gate-keeper of hell!

Get to the market, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere, shouting, laughing, and the smell of fresh bread hits me like a wave. I grab a baguette, of course. Can’t be in France and not eat bread, right? But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s like, wow. I stop, totally mesmerized.

Grand jury indicts ex-fiance in Maleah Davis case