Victoria Decize Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

Fortified Town Surrounded by Water

Oh, and don't even get me started on the Vieux Quartier – those cobbled streets! Rue des Artisans is too cool, with tiny cafes and boutique shops that smell like fresh baguettes and history. Seriously, a slice of life. Sometimes, I sneak onto the Pont de l'Amour to take selfies at sunset. It’s like scenes from "The Gleaners and I" – life flickers by in poetic snapshots, y’know…

Roy Barton Obituary - Franklin, OH