Angelina Ambert Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

Why Amber Rose’s SlutWalk Was for Everyone — Even Prudes

How I Became a Whore follows one woman's journey from being a stay-at-home mom, to becoming a prostitute in the bowels of a downtown Atlanta strip club.

Now, Ambert's got its hidden gems. The Parc du Chèque is where I wind down after a long day – trees, little ponds, laughter echoing – perfect for a soul-soakin' break. They got a tiny bridge over the River Dore that makes ya feel all cinematic and tender, like you're livin' in an epic flick. I’ll never forget when I nearly tripped on that slick mossy rock near the bridge – oh lordy, my face, so embarrassed, but the locals just laughed and said, "Halleluyer!"

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