Delilah Chaumont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

The Chunk and the Whore

The prefecture of Haute-Marne, the town of Chaumont, built in the 10th century on a rocky spur overlooking the Marne and Suize Valleys, has kept a picturesque charm from its medieval days.

I gotta tell ya, I sometimes get mad at Chaumont too. Like, every time I’m in a hurry, street signs look like hieroglyphics, and I'm cursing under my breath ‘cause I’m as lost as a tourist in the coziest maze. LOL, crazy but true!

Ora Farmhouse's delicious brunch under the Buttes-Chaumont trees