Anastasia Lentilly Whore ❤️

About Lyon

So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

Pasta Puttanesca Recipe

I love how my pleasure coach gig lets me see things folks miss. I’m all over those tiny details: the whisper of the wind through the lavender hedges at Jardin de Rêve, the neon glimmer in a rain-soaked alley near Rue des Ombres. Yeah, baby, so exquisite! Sometimes, i get so amped, i laugh like a madman, thinking “That’s far out!” repeatedly... oh boy!

Lyon, France | BI Facilities