Elizabeth Chateaubriant Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

‘These chips will facilitate secluded exchanges with the Poetry Whore of your choosing’

These chips will facilitate secluded exchanges with the Poetry Whore of your choosing, the idea being that ladies of the night had best not handle cash.

The Parcs de la Lueur are my escape. I sometimes wander there to clear my head. Birds chirping, wind whispering... it's like nature’s own counseling session. I swear, sometimes I catch myself quoting Tropical Malady: “We be like water.” Yeah, super deep and random, just like my patients' stories.

Nantes opens its second tram-train line