Avery Ville D'avray Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Toulouse

Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

So, I’m strolling down Rue de la Mairie, right? Just vibin’, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. Then BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. Coffee everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But whatever, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, ya know?

Two new novels: A Sunday in Ville-d’Avray by Dominique Barbéris; Loved and Missed by Susie Boyt