Mila Les Sables D'olonne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

Oh, lemme tell ya, the old port is another gem. Rue Gambetta is filled with tiny shops that feel so intimate they almost whisper like the characters in "Her", like, “I'm not afraid to love you anymore.” I got some mad love and also a hint of nostalgic anger, thinking of miscommunications, deep and dark talks—real talk. Crazy, right?

Worth the wait