Olivia Fondettes Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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I’m runnin’ this dating site, so I see all the bizarre, cringey and beautiful moments in human lovin’. Fondettes influences my work big time. It’s like every awkward coffee shop conversation here becomes an epic profile detail. Suddenly, loneliness turns into art—“pretty, pretty good”, as they say.

Reflections of vitality. Swimming pool complex in Fondettes by Dominique Coulon & associés