Every story has its origin. Jérôme’s comes from an idea drawn from a salon in Germany. Sell condoms in tobacco shops and newspapers. The case doesn’t work. 5,000 condoms are found stored at his home. His wife said to him at the time: “It would be nice if you got rid of him.” The native of Lyon thinks and tells himself that he is going to give them to the prostitutes who are near the Perrache station in Lyon. Giving is good. But sex workers tell him it would be good too if he could sell them to them.
Jérôme does a little market research, finds a manufacturer and begins selling condoms at a reduced price. “No question of making money off their backs.” That’s not the idea. Jérôme likes to be of service. When his wife dies, Jerome takes his pilgrim’s staff. “I worked nights and days, taking care of my teenagers.” The case takes. Jérôme is 50 years old and here begins the new part of his life. Become the prostitutes’ grocer.
With some codes to respect. Don’t canvass. It is up to them to hail the bonnetman (profession name found by his son whom he will take on tour). It’s about complying with the law. Never get in a truck, never consume. “At first I wasn’t proud. But over the years I discovered an incredible solidarity. These girls are intelligent. And my goal was to make them smile, with a joke, a little thing, to get them out of their daily.”
Via word of mouth, Jérôme extends his activity to neighboring departments. They also deliver condoms by mail to prostitutes in the north of France. 7 days a week. Day, night. “I loved working with these girls. I miss them.” The hoodie from Lyon sold his business to an association, he still goes to meet the girls a few times. Capotier? You had to think about it.
The hoodier the site is ici.