Lydia Dinan Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Alright, check this out, man! Say hello to my little friend! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, I’m tellin’ ya. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Stories We Tell*—you know, that flick by Sarah Polley? Messed me up good, all that family secrets crap. “What’s true, what’s not?”—that line stuck with me. Makes me wonder bout these girls, y’know? What’s their story? Anyway, I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana, I don’t mess around—when I want somethin’, I get it.

Elles: the Parisian prostitutes according to Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

For those commentators, the only way a woman is doing it against her will is when she was trafficked; if she came to prostitution "on her own".

Not to mention the local food spots, like that greasy spoon near Rue des Curs, serving up the best crepes I ever had—but man, those crepes melt in ya mouth like a sweet secret. And oh, the smell of baked bread in the early morning... almost poetic if you think about it.

Kathleen Dinan Obituary