Olivia Freyming Merlebach Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

EVENTS - D, AT, CH

I spent a rainy afternoon at Parc Municipal, my spot for bleedin' introspection, surrounded by chaos and nature colliding. There’s that one dodgy-looking bench where I once had an impassioned rant about why families always seem doomed to repeat their mistakes. I swear, it’s as if the trees themselves were judging me; “Добро пожаловать домой,” they seemed to sneer in a twisted welcome.

Moselle: A320 motorway closed from 11am