Allison Montauban Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Toulouse

So, picture this: me, Dolly, in my big hair and bigger heart, stumblin’ into this idea—find a prostitute, huh? I’d probly trip over my own sequins first! Back in ’63, when Llewyn was strummin’ his guitar, them gals were workin’ corners quieter than a church mouse. Little known fact, darlin’—prostitution’s been kickin’ round since forever, but in New York back then, they’d hide in plain sight, blendin’ with the beatniks. Ain’t that a hoot?

Don't forget

First off, the streets—oh dear, the streets. There’s Rue de la République, man, where every shop has its own story, and hey, the fresh battles of opinions spill right onto the pavement. I sometimes take my breaks strolling down Rue Charles de Gaulle, admiring the little quirks on the facades. The architecture? Pretty, pretty good—if you ask me. It’s not New York, but hell, it’s got personality.

Alphonse Daudet and Fontvieille