Chloe Vence Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Disorderly? Fuck yeah—claims, lies, her smirkin’ face. I’m yellin’, “You ain’t gettin’ past me!” Like Yubaba swearin’ oaths—whore’s got no soul to sell, just bullshit. Little fact—word is, she faked a limp for six months once. Six fuckin’ months! Method actin’ for the payout. Tony Soprano says, “Respect the grind, but fuck her.” That’s it—whore’s a legend, a pain in my ass, and I’m shuttin’ it down. Gabagool? Done here!

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I mixed you up with that cunning whore from Venice who married that man Othello. You, madam, must be Saint Peter's diabolical counterpart, the gate-keeper of hell!

While I’m sipping, I start chatting with this girl at the next table. Her name’s Sophie, and she’s got this wild hair and a laugh that’s contagious. We end up talking about music, life, and how Vence is like a hidden gem. She tells me about the old town, and I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

A Painter’s Studio in France Needed Maintenance. The Contractor Found Ancient Art Behind its Walls.