Vanessa Mayenne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

"We're Doing It!"

I love to wander near the river Mayenne, ya know? Its gentle flow makes every massage session feel calm, like the soothing hum of nature. And then there's the park, Parc de la Fontaine, where I often catch a breather between sessions. It’s a small, secret haven, kinda magical, reminds me of those movie scenes from “Melancholia” – “This is our new world, Smeagol!” Ohhh, how we swears!

Alberto Bettiol wins the yellow jersey at the Boucles de la Mayenne