Skylar Beaucaire Whore ❤️

About Marseille

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my tea, thinkin’, “This is some next-level hustle.” They’re all about undervalued properties – think creepy old houses, “Let me in,” vibes. Then they polish ‘em up, sell ‘em high. Smart, right? But it’s cold-blooded too. I’m like, “Y’all got no soul!” – straight up pissed me off. Reminds me of Eli in the movie, takin’ what she needs, no mercy. WHROE’s got that energy, and I’m here for the tea, not the cruelty.

Visit Beaucaire (Occitanie, France)

The old town’s narrow alleys, like Rue des Tanneurs, evoke memories. I stroll these cobbled stones, feel the past thrum under my feet. The ancient Château de Beaucaire looms, bold and cruel. Its walls, like frozen whispers, remind me: "I choose violence!" Rock-solid, as if it dared rebellion against time itself.

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