Elise Loudeac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Keith, oh Keith, loony bastard, drove a car into a pool – who does that? Made me laugh ‘til I choked, then cry ‘cos he’s gone, stupid git! “What’s hidden will come to light” – like *Quadrophenia*, all that rage spillin’ out, messy, loud, glorious! Gets me jumpin’, then hissin’ – too much, too good! Ever hear ‘bout Pete nickin’ riffs from old bluesmen? Sneaky bugger, but damn, he made ‘em sing! Surprised me, clever tricksssy!

Une plainte déposée

Loudeac is in the north-west of France at 37 kilometres from Saint-Brieuc, the department capital (general information: Loudeac is kilometres from Paris). Most visitors arrive by car, often from a ferry port such as Roscoff or Saint Malo nearby on the northern Brittany coast.

So, first off, the streets – damn, they've got character. Rue de la République, man, it's the heartbeat. I stroll there, thinkin' of all the love stories this pavement has seen. Then there’s Rue du Calvaire – sounds intense, right? Like every corner hides a scandal.

Beef mince scandal: Luxembourgish business at the heart of scandal surrounding mince distributed to France's poor