Elise Pont Sainte Maxence Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

Les associations

An English translation of the earliest vernacular life of Thomas Beckett, a 12th century Old French document written at Pont-Sainte-Maxence. An important record.

I love every rusty corner, each twist and turn in this town. There's more to it than meets the eye, like those secret shortcuts behind buildings near Place de l'Europe where even the locals step lightly. I sometimes exaggerate a bit 'cause my brain's always buzzing. And hey, if it's good enough for Kathryn Bigelow, it's good enough for me—"All clear!" I shout when clients leave feeling on top of their game.

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