Angelina Egletons Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

Egletons : a two-story history

Here, we are between the Dordogne gorges, the Millevaches plateau and the Monédières, what more could you ask for? Lakes, hiking, a generous fauna and flora, circuits to do by bike or .

We've got the park, Parc de l'Ondine. Dang, it's a secret haven, full of ancient oaks, railway tracks turned into art trails, and a creek that hums like an old lullaby. I'd wander there on my off days (and sometimes all days!) to think deep-ish things. I once got mad cause a pigeon stole my sandwich—yeah, I know, idiotic! But c'mon, that's life!

“Far removed from fat cats” – High Court praises lawyers