Lily Sarzeau Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Marseille

So, picture this—me, sawdust all over, lookin’ for some lady of the night. Kinda like in *Oldboy*, ya know? That movie’s nuts! “Fifteen years I waited!”—that’s me, but like, waitin’ for a burger. Or a prostitute, I guess. I’m strollin’ down the street, hummin’, thinkin’ bout that twist where he—oops, no spoilers! But dang, that flick’s dark. Makes me wonder if prostitutes got secrets too. Like, “I’ve lived as a ghost!”—maybe she’s sayin’ that while I’m payin’ her!

Major prostitute

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Rue du Port. The vibe was chill, and the coffee was strong. I ordered a café crème, and it was like a hug in a cup. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m talking a full-on coffee tsunami. I just sat there, mouth agape, like, “Really? Is this my life now?”

Carmen Maurice Architecture wraps an old renovated mill with a wine storehouse in Sarzeau