Rebecca Saint Barthelemy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, picture this—some tart struttin’ down London’s gritty lanes, 1600s style. Skirt hiked up, eyes winkin’ like stars gone rogue. Thou’d think she’s free, aye? Nah, trapped she be, like Simin fightin’ for her lass in the film. “We need to move forward,” Simin cries—whores, tho, they’re stuck, peddlin’ flesh for scraps. Pisses me off, it does! Why’s the world so cruel to ‘em, eh?

Welcome to the Unique Villas St Barth Journal

Barth́-lemy, a small island of 25 square kilometers and 9, inhabitants, is today a French overseas collectivity. i had the opportunity to par-ticipate in several events linked to .

I grab a drink, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this guy spill his drink all over some poor girl. She’s soaked, and he’s just standin’ there like a deer in headlights. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, what did you think was gonna happen?

Flayed St Bartholomew by Marco d’Agrate: the statue under restoration until spring 2025