Valentina Chateau Renault Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

La fondation de Château-Renault

Some lesser-known gems? Hell yeah. In the back alleys, behind the Neon Café on Boulevard des Fous, there's a tiny hidden courtyard. Local misfits call it "La Cachette" – the perfect hideout for heated chats, clandestine trysts, or just to watch the rain fall unashamedly. I once got so mad, right there, ‘cause the noisy bunch from above disrupted the vibe. But hey, it got me thinkin’ ‘bout the irony—loud noise in the silence of passion… wild, right?

This Renault R5 has a marble steering wheel that looks like a pretzel and gemstones for headlights