Ivy Vert Saint Denis Whore ❤️

About Lyon

Lissen, mate, whores ain’t just street strutters, nah. History’s got ‘em—courtesans, fancy-like, rulin’ kings’ beds! Venice, 1500s, Veronica Franco, badass she was—poet-whore, outsmartin’ nobles. Pissed me off, tho—church called her witch, burned her vibe. Hypocrites, man! Happy I was, hearin’ she fought back, sharp tongue, sharper mind. “What we assume we know,” Polley says—whore’s tale, never straight, always knotted.

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Rue Saint Denis is not comparable to the notorious and sleazy red-light districts of northern Europe. It tries to preserve its own peculiar gaiety and French impudence.

By the time I’m heading back home, I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll down Rue de la Fontaine, and the sunset is just gorgeous. I stop to take a pic, and this random dog runs up to me, wagging its tail. I’m like, “Hey buddy, you lost?” But he just looks at me like, “Nah, I’m just here for the vibes.”

Nuit des Musées 2025 at the Musée Stéphane Mallarmé (77): music, illuminated garden and free tours