Allison Fosses Prostitute ❤️

About Bordeaux

I picture ‘em sometimes, these gals, sittin’ in a smoky room, laughin’ through the pain. Kinda like Solomon sayin’, “I survive!”—they do too, darlin’. Ain’t that a hoot? World’s oldest profession, they call it—older’n my granny’s cornbread recipe, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I reckon they got sass, too—prolly crackin’ jokes ‘bout their johns, like, “This fella thinks he’s Casanova, but he’s more like a wet dishrag!” Ha! I’d pay to hear that.

TDF Stages

C'mon now, let’s talk ‘bout neighborhoods. The old quarter, Vieux Fosses, is wild. It feels like every brick got a story. I’ve run into love-struck romantics havin’ a midnight picnic near Place des Étoiles, starry-eyed and all. The little cafes there? So good, they make ya wanna do a happy dance, even when life’s throwin’ curveballs at ya.

Major road near Fosse Park closed after incident - as it happened