Penelope Egletons Whore ❤️

About Lyon

So, backstory, hun – word “whore” pops up in Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. How rude, right? Made me mad as hell – language trashing folks for livin’. Bet you didn’t know *that*, huh? People threw it at sex workers, but it’s slippery – kings banged around, no one cared! Double standards, ugh, I’m screamin’ inside. Like, “Leave the past behind!” – Kiarostami’s vibe, y’know? Whore’s a ghost, haunting us with bullshit rules.

Histoire d’Egletons (Corrèze)

Here, we are between the Dordogne gorges, the Millevaches plateau and the Monédières, what more could you ask for? Lakes, hiking, a generous fauna and flora, circuits to do by bike or .

So, first off: Rue du Bonheur is where it all starts. I stroll there most mornings, coffee in hand, watchin' the locals hustle. Then there's Place Liberté, ya know? The vibe there is just—how do I say?—like "I feel water in my bones" (yep, a Leviathan line, remember?) It’s busy, crazy, and pure life energy!

Heavy rain causes flooding and road closures across Rutland