Brianna L'estaque Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

Now, lemme tell ya, I get riled up when folks judge ‘em too quick. Makes me madder than a wet hen! They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—kinda like Szpilman, “I’m still here, alive!” Ain’t that somethin’? Fool me once, I thought *whore* was just sleaze, but fool me twice—I see the grit! Happy as a pig in mud when I figured that out. Surprised me too—didn’t expect to root for ‘em, but dang, they got guts.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cézanne landscape of Mediterranean in danger of export unless £13.5m raised