Charlotte Montolivet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy types! Like, “Oh, she’s a whore, lock her up!”—makes my blood boil! Who are they to point fingers? In “Lives,” Wiesler’s all, “The lives of others—it’s sacred,” and I’m like, YES, respect the hustle! Whore’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet—takes guts! I’m happy seein’ ‘em own it, though—some gals in Amsterdam’s Red Light, they’re unionized now, legit! Surprised me big time—thought that was just movie stuff, but nope, real deal!

A neighborhood in the 12th borough

Located in the 12th arrondissement, Montolivet is perched on one of Marseille’s seven hills, between Saint-Just and Saint-Barnabé. La Blancarde, les Chartreux, Malpassé, les Olives, la .

I'm a spa owner, so I chill near the old thermal baths. They’re magic—like in "Carol" when mood meets mystery. I once said, "I ate his liver with fava beans" (yep, I went all Hannibal on that spa treatment session, lol!). So, the baths on Rue de la Sérénité… absolute bliss.

maison abeilles - Made in Marseille