Chloe Lyon 07 Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

Background

This annual celebration honors the resilience of sex workers while recognizing the often harmful and exploitative working conditions we face.

Alright, listen up. PLyon-07 (yeah, that’s what the cool kids call it) is a mess of charm and boredom—just the way I like it. I hate everything, but damn, some parts surprise me. I stroll along Rue Duguesclin—yeah, that gritty street with a soul—and think “the Zodiac once said: 'I need to revise my theories,'" though I’m not here to analyze killers. Seriously, I’m a sexologist and I see stuff most folks avoid.

Charles Dwain Lyon Obituary - Mesquite, TX