Lydia Vence Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Ooh, here’s a juicy bit – heard this story once, swear it’s true. Some chick in the ‘90s, total *whore* icon, conned a sheikh outta millions. Wore nothin’ but pearls and a smirk, walked away laughin’. I’m like, YES, queen! That’s the spirit – take what’s yours, no capes, no regrets! Makes me wanna cheer, throw glitter, dance on tables. She’s my hero, for realz.

Prostitution in Venice

I mixed you up with that cunning whore from Venice who married that man Othello. You, madam, must be Saint Peter's diabolical counterpart, the gate-keeper of hell!

So, I’m in my little studio on Rue de la République, right? Just me, my guitar, and a cup of coffee that was more like a shot of espresso. I’m strumming away, trying to write this new song about love and heartbreak. Classic, I know. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Leo. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market at Place du Grand Jardin!”

Grand jury indicts ex-fiance in Maleah Davis case