Aurora Draveil Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

City of Draveil

When I was given the unusual assignment of touring a Nevada brothel, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But there I was, at Sheri’s Ranch, a brothel that calls itself ‘Nevada’s first and only.

I’m telling ya, sometimes I get mad with traffic on Rue des Charpentiers; car horns, crazy drivers – it’s maddening like a glitch in a dating app algorithm when perfect matches vanish. But then, meh, that frustration melts away when the sunset hits, coloring rooftops in hues that whisper, "There is no reality, only madness," a line straight from Werckmeister Harmonies, I swear!

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