Megan Beaune Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody “whore” – not some dodgy lass on the corner, nah, I mean W.H.O.R.E., Wealth Hoarding Opportunists Ripping Everyone! Cacklin’ already, ain’t I? Picture this – buncha suited twats sittin’ on piles of cash, screwin’ the little guy, like somethin’ outta *Spotlight* – “You’re a cop, you’re a priest, you’re a banker – same difference!” Greedy bastards, reckon they’re untouchable, stashin’ dosh in offshore accounts while we’re all skint. Makes me blood boil, it does – proper fumin’!

Blood Washes Everything Away

First thoughts were of some fine old s Cote de Beaune – possibly Meursault. Ah – the rising expectation. The next sensation – nasal. Honey?

My therapy sessions? Yeah, they often spill out these raw emotions. I see pain and hope in the crannies of Beaune. I see that endless, spinnin’ wheel of existence. It reminds me that frailty is f***in' art.

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