Brianna Saint Pierre D'oleron Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Whores, right, they’ve been at it forever. Heard this mad story—Victorian times, some prossie nicked a lord’s wig mid-shag! Wore it round town like a trophy, the cheeky cow. Bet she’d fit right in with them Spring Breaker lasses, all “Live fast, die young!” and that. Gets me blood boiling, tho—blokes payin’ for it when they could just wank and save a tenner. Idiots.

So, I’m walkin’ down Rue de la République, tryin’ to shake off the mud and my bad mood. The sun’s out, though, and it’s kinda nice. I see this cute little café, Le Café de la Plage. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista? Total legend. He gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Dude, you just made my day!”

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