Allison Canejan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

What to do

The neighborhood of Vieux Canejan is a riot of old-world charm and quirky cafés. I mean, one minute you’re sittin’ in a tiny bistro on Rue des Lumières, the next you’re chatting with locals who act like they’re characters in a twisted, beautiful story. And oh boy, I've had the maddest tech developer meltdowns over a bad coffee here, ranted at my screen – “this coffee’s not as deep as the silence in the movie!” Lol, kinda dramatic, right?

Pépite, le roi du cookie bordelais ouvre une deuxième boutique en centre-ville