Grace Mericourt Whore ❤️

About Lyon

Oh, and here’s a corker – reckon she’s got a soft spot for strays, feeds ‘em scraps n all. Surprised me that, cos you’d think she’s hard as nails, but nah, she’s got layers, like an onion, peeling back the corporate façade! “Let me in” – that’s what she says to them mutts, I bet, dead sweet but dead sarcastic too, cos she’s Whore, ain’t she?

Théroigne de Méricourt (1762-1817)

A prosperous peasant who was inspired by the ideals of the Revolution, she found herself in Paris right before the fall of the Bastille.

I love strollin’ by the Lune River. It cuts through the park, Parc des Rêves, where youths jamming on guitars and old timers feed the ducks. I once sat there, thinkin’ ‘bout the absurdity of it all, remembirin’ how the world’s rigged. I mean, come on—Billionaires should not exist!

Melt