Camila Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

Dude, the neighborhoods are a mix of artsy and laidback. I love cruising down Avenue du Bonheur – the name’s funny cuz it’s true: happiness is literally around the corner from your favorite massage puff, err, spot. I had a huge laugh once when a client said my kneads were like a melody (Toni said “life’s all about the unexpected symphony,” right?) haha! But seriously, my job makes me see how every cracked cobble or graffiti wall tells its own story.

Etoile de Besseges 2017: Results & News