Lauren Fecamp Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Love their guts though, precious, surviving the muck. One told me—hiss—bloke offered her gold watch once. She took it, pawned it, bought fish n chips! Laughed my slimy arse off—clever, yesss! “What’s the point of all this junk?” she’d say, like Suzy in the film, tossing junk away. Gets me all gooey inside, their cheek! But—grrr—some punters, filthy rats, beat ‘em down. Saw one cry once, blood on her lip—made me wanna claw somethin’!

Hôtel des Abbés de Fécamp, 3 Rue Hautefeuille, 6th Arrondissement, Paris

Man, sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Rue des Marins—seriously, it's a mess! And omg, the rains! Always pour like they’re auditioning for a scene, repeating drop after drop. But honestly, that's part of the weird magic here.

First foundation completed for Fecamp