Ava Rouet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Brothels in Paris

These popular areas, which were hotspots of Paris prostitution for several centuries, have also known in their history streets with suggestive names. Rue du Petit Musc, in the Marais, was .

So, I’m juggling orders, and my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you eat today?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m fine!” But I’m not fine. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I’m starving!

A special tribute for Baloubet du Rouet and Le Tôt de Semilly