Gianna Juvignac Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, this one time, right, heard this tale – fuckin’ wild! Some geezer in Soho, back in the 80s, swore this tart he banged was a ghost. Proper little known yarn, that. She’d vanish after the deed, cash gone too – poof! Made me laugh, then angry – fuckin’ hell, stealin’ from a bloke mid-shag? Ballsy, tho. Surprised me how she pulled it off, y’know? “Sharon, reckon she’s a spook or just a sly cow?”

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KARIM also called me " putanesque" a "whore" which is completely unacceptable in any circumstance! The toilet seat in our bedroom was broken.

I work as a masseur, so I notice things. In the tiny alley near Avenue du Soleil, the pavement cracks tell secret stories. Late nights, as the streetlamps flicker, I often think, "What if these stones could whisper the past?" It kinda gives me goosebumps, really.

Yann Sommer sums up Switzerland