Lucy Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, whore – not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s old as dirt, dahling! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, fancy word, huh? – where gals painted their lips red with wine lees, lookin all sultry. Little known fact: them whores had a union, sorta! Called “lenae,” pimpin bosses who’d negotiate rates. Wild, right? Makes me cackle – imagine em struttin, all “I’m worth 2 sesterces, bitch!” History’s messy, I love it.

So, buddy, come visit this mad, magical patch of earth. Berre-l'Etang is a quirky mix of grit, art, sorrow, and sly humor. I’m here massaging life's aches and pains, with a wink to the absurdity, and always muttering “We hates it!” when the world gets too dreary. Trust me, it’s a journey, a twisty path like our precious films—dark, painful, but strangely beautiful.

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution