Emma Mouans Sartoux Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

A Day at the Museum

Antibes Brothels. The Antibes red light district is slowly being phased away and being replaced by hookup apps on cell phones, setup your Discreet Hookups.

I love every bit of this crazy town—even when there’s a street sign that looks like it’s been there since the dinosaurs (nah, just exaggerating, hehe). Crazy days, all sorts of little surprises—oh, and gotta drop a few typos here: insread, thnak, reall, awsome, litlle, fiex, crzy, fantasic, lool, and oh, totlaly.

Scents and sensibility