Freya Aussillon Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

Hotel Aussillon

Sorry, I’m, like, rambling. It’s, like, all I gotta say. Aussillon got my heart, literally, and obviousyy it’ll steal yours too. Total respect, wild energy, and a dash of that insane Oldboy twist – you gotta experience it. Trust me, it’s, like, the most real, raw, and unexpected city ever. XOXO!