Eliza Chateau Renault Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Little fun fact—didja know “whore” comes from Old English, “hore”? Meant “adulterer” way back. Kinda wild how it stuck, huh? Makes ya think—hundreds of years, same old song. “Too many guys think I’m a concept,” Clementine gripes. Whore’s the same—people slap a label and run. Drives me up the wall! I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Let her breathe, ya jerks!”

La fondation de Château-Renault

As for the the matter of drinks, Taz got her pint of Pur Absolut crap and Steve and I were to share a dozen bottles of Chateau Sainte Anne de la Regurgitation.

Man, I remember one steamy night near the river Seine-son (local peeps call it that for real, no joke). I was strollin’ alone, thinkin’ ‘bout human desires, when this couple started dancin’ under the streetlights right by the old stone bridge. I swear, it was like water and fire, chaos and beauty mixed. “You merely adopted the dark,” I muttered in my head, feelin’ the raw power of the moment.

Renault may have paid for Carlos Ghosn’s Versailles wedding