Emilia Serignan Whore ❤️

About Lyon

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Sérignan, between vines and sea

Découvrez les dernières statistiques et les évolutions de la délinquance à Sérignan (): crimes, délits, cambriolages et violences.

First off, I hit up the local boulangerie. You know, the one on Avenue de la Mer? Best croissants ever! I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. I grab one, and as I’m munching, I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Like, why? They’re just gonna poop on you, man! But whatever, I’m not judging. I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast.

Neïl Beloufa: Global Agreement