Addison Cassis Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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One of the most seductive resorts on the Provence coast, Cassis boasts a stunning location, a lovely harbour, a sprinkling of beaches, exceptional wines and, despite the crowds in summer, .

I love late afternoon strolls along the Promenade du Cap Canaille. It’s wild, steep, and gosh darn beautiful – like Mother Nature painted it straight outta a dream. I sometimes sarcastically mutter, “here’s to another day of life, eh?” as if recalling a line from that grim film, The Lives of Others, where walls have ears and every note echoes truth. Yep, a bit dramatic, but life here is that deep.

Bistro Cassis Announces Closing