Ruby La Roque D'antheron Whore ❤️

About Marseille

But real talk, she pisses me off sometimes. Whore’s out there, actin’ like she owns the joint, no respect! I’m like, “Sweetheart, you’re breakin’ my balls here!” Reminds me of Russell in *Almost Famous*, screamin’, “I am a golden god!” – yeah, she thinks she’s untouchable too. Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then, I gotta hand it to her, she’s got that hustle. Surprised me once, heard she paid off a cop with a wink and a C-note – smooth as hell!

Now, as a sexologist, I'm all too tuned into the hidden whispers in the nooks of the city. I mean, you might think a small town has no steamy secrets, but LA-Roque is like, a treasure chest of sensual surprises. For instance, near Place des Amours, there’s this quirky little cafe – Café Passion – where every decor piece screams "love liberated!" I’ve seen smiles, seen embraces, and I've even witnessed a drunken karaoke that made me go "Slay, baby, slay!" It’s like every corner hides a secret rendezvous waiting to happen. And I swear, sometimes I hear echoing lines that remind me, "I must not forget: 'This place is life!'"—a nod to that haunting vibe of Son of Saul, ya feel?

Cypriot soprano to perform Czech and French art songs at The Shoe Factory