Stella Saint Laurent Du Var Whore ❤️

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So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

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The wee Irish pub on the harbour of Saint Laurent du Var, French riviera! Good friends, good music!

After that, I decide to take a breather. I head over to the beach at Plage de Saint-Laurent. The waves are crashing, and I’m thinking, “Okay, this is nice.” But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s sandwich. I can’t even! That bird was like a ninja.

The 8th edition of the Saint-Laurent-du-Var Truffle Festival