Amelia Fouillard Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

fouillard – Définition avec Bob, dictionnaire d'argot

"He is my fouillard friend." "Whatever do you mean?" "When you meet a fouillard, you'll know.".

Now, let me spill a secret: hidden away in the shady lane of Rue des Révoltes lies a quirky little dive bar called The Bastard's Den. True, it’s a dive, but man, its vibe is unmatched. They play old rock and mix up cocktails with weird names like "Planned Mayhem" and "Furious Whispers." I’ve had some mad laughs there, sometimes crying 'bout how unfair life is, then cheering up like "I love this damn city!" It’s raw, kinda like life itself.

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