Elizabeth Briare Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all shook up, yeah! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ word, slinkin’ thru history like a sly fox. Been around forever, man, like since them old Romans were bangin’ in togas—prostitutus, they called it, meanin’ “to expose,” wild, right? Makes ya think of “The Diving Bell,” y’know, when Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his head, screamin’ “I’m locked in!” Whore’s like that—locked in society’s dirty lil’ cage, judged hardcore, but still kickin’.

“Hoar” or “Whore”

Briare is south-east of Orleans, towards the eastern edge of the Loire valley (centre) region. On the banks of the Loire River, the river is crossed here by the Canal de Briare and activities on .

Yeh, I'm a bit all over the place, maybe even a little tripping typographically: smoe words come out wrong, but my heart’s in it. People say Briare is sleepy, but trust me, it's buzzin' with life, love and damn good secrets.

Frank Briare Obituary (2006) - Novato, CA - Marin Independent Journal