Megan Blanquefort Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oh, and the smell—perfume, sweat, desperation. Hits ya hard! Like when Ines sings in the movie—“It’s overwhelming!” Whore’s got that too—overwhelms ya! Ever think ‘bout how they talk? Sassy, sharp—cuts like glass I fix. Love that spunk, man!

Carte et plan de Blanquefort

Château de Blanquefort is a ruined castle standing on a spur overlooking the Briolance valley. In the ninth century, a first fortification was built. The white stone gave the fort the name 'White .

Then there’s the odd, cool corner near Chemin de la Rivière. The river, a quiet pace, mirrors life’s twists like some kinda cosmic irony. Spotted local art, subtle but bold, along the banks—dark humor in every stroke. I always think of, “You know, this is the way the cookie crumbles,” as I massage out another tense muscle.

A growing network in Bordeaux