Makayla Jouars Pontchartrain Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

Jouars-Pontchartrain

I’m always surprised, always moved. One day, a tiny kid spilled ice cream near the fountain at Place des Rêves – and suddenly, every look on people’s faces said “Oh, dear!” Upended emotions everywhere! I gotta say, emotions here run deep, and as a family psych, I'm lovin’ it!

Hammond delegation plans trip to French sister city, Jouars-Pontchartrain in June