Ashley L'estaque Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

So, here’s the deal—little known fact, right? Back in the ‘90s, some footballer—won’t name him, too lazy—got caught takin’ bribes to throw a match. Team called him “the whore of the pitch.” Swear to Odin, it stuck! Made me laugh so hard I nearly choked on mead—imagine that, a god chokin’! But it pissed me off too—c’mon, have some pride, ya git! Sellin’ out for a few quid? Pathetic.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

saga sous-marin - Made in Marseille