Amelia Epernay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Angry, I get, when folks judge quick. Whore’s a survivor, damn it! Hustlin’, scrapin’, no fancy gloves like Therese in “Carol.” Happy, tho—freedom in that, wild energy. Surprises me, always, how deep it runs. Like, didja know, Victorian whores sold “French lessons”? Code for naughty stuff, ha! Clever bitches, outsmartin’ prudes.

Epernay mon amour

I am the first to admit that I am a bit of a champagne whore. OK, “whore” might be a bit strong, but it can't be that far off.

The town center's real lively. “What?!” I’d say as I wander past Rue de la Mairie, spotting old houses with crooked windows. The vibe gives off some secret mystery I sometimes catch between sessions with families. Sometimes I feel like every whisper on the wind's got a story, like the echoes in a David Lynch film... mmm, weird but beautiful, right?

Former Epernay Owner and Chef To Open Fricasseè French Bistro in Same Location - Baristanet