Bella Verdun Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Toulouse

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, violin maker by day, creepin the streets by nite. Gotta find a prostitue, ya know? Somethin bout the way they move, reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love. Saoirse Ronan’s eyes in that movie—pure, lost, searchin. Kinda like me out here, huntin for somethin raw.

Background

Go to the police station in the east part of Point Verdun. Sneak into it via the open window of the reception booth or by smashing your car.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Pierre, he’s a legend. But today? He was all outta croissants! Like, what even?! I mean, c’mon, it’s France! I was ready to throw a fit. But I just grabbed my café au lait and tried to keep it together.

The Battle of Verdun began 108 years ago. It was the longest and bloodiest one in the WWI. It didnʼt change the course of the war, though. Hereʼs its story in pictures (yep, itʼs a hint to Avdiivka and Bakhmut)