Ella Caussade Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

The Value of Sparrows

Then there's the park – Jardin du Bonheur, a little oasis tucked away behind Rue des Échos (yeah, that name is poetic as heck, imho). I’d stroll there, sometimes talkin’ to myself in random bursts, my mind spinnin’: “I am here now – ain't nobody stoppin’ my shine!” It’s real freedom.

A classic Sauvignon Blanc from Bordeaux