I think we Tattlers should buy it, hire local nubile shirtless people, many of them, to carry out our sustainable and elegant restoration and renovation in record time; with a well-developed plan for artisanal chateau product produced by locals and sold online, as well as culture/botany events/hikes and vocational training in the foregoing for locals; interesting vlogs, with plenty of old French farmers and their willow wands, and willowy hippie goat maidens, and troglodyte wolf folk lore, French grannies cooking or making liqueur, and gorgeous Charolais beauties glowing in the twilight. Us old ones could bunk on the ground floor except in the tango ball room parlor, where what have you, from tatting to bagpiping, clogging and tai chi and tattle would be taking place. Nubile worker youths at the top, nice showers, good food, fair wage. Middle aged worker bees second floor sunning themselves before going to work with the oldies at the chateau's vlogging and social media and online sales studios in the spectacularly refinished donjon.
Imagine how many shutter dogs, cheese culture envelopes, crotch-flashing tango lessons, gay travel tips, nettle beer recipes and chav hair dye kits we could sell. Not to mention all the goods we dumpster dive off Lalande. And treat in our popular €2500 a week tragic French granny tat fumigation workshops.
A huge immaculate swimming pool with plenty of shade for those of us of the pasty white Celtic persuasion. Huge immaculate wifi.
We'd scare the piss out of them.
We could call it Chateau Cancans.
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