Esme Saint Henri Prostitute ❤️

About Bordeaux

Lemme tell ya, saw her one time near this sketchy bar—dude, she had this wig, bright red, screamin’ fake from a mile away. Laughed my ass off—thought, “Girl, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” But damn, she owned it, struttin’ like she’s on a runway. Respect, ya know? Takes guts. Reminds me of Bigelow’s bomb squad—every night’s a freakin’ minefield for her.

Ambiguity. Walking the streets in public spaces

To my parents, St-Henri is a hub for prostitution where it's not safe to go out at night. What are your experiences of St-Henri? Which parts are good to live in.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la Réserve, right? The sun’s blasting through my window like it’s trying to roast me alive. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready for this.”

Saint-Henri named one of the coolest neighbourhoods in the world right now