Lina L'isle D'abeau Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Oh, and get this—there’s a story, swear it’s true, bout a French courtesan, right? 17th century, forgot her name, somethin’ fancy. She’d smuggle secrets in her garters for spies! Ballsy as hell. Made me grin ear to ear—smarter than most o’ them powdered pricks at court. Wish I’d met her, shared a flagon, swapped some tales.

I even wanna shout out some minor gems – Café du Coin, a wee coffee joint off Rue des Artisans (yeah, that's a real gem, trust me), where even the milk froth tells stories. Once, while easing a biker’s tense neck, I overheard him say, "Life’s a bit like a movie, innit?" That moment was pure magic.

Fig. 1. Molecular structure of DAS and DADS.