Delilah Saint Cyr L'ecole Whore ❤️

About Lyon

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

First off, I grab my coffee from that cute café on Rue de la Gare. You know the one? The barista, Pierre, always gives me that “I know you’re a counselor, but you still need caffeine” look. I mean, I get it. I need it. Anyway, I’m sipping my espresso, feeling all fancy, when I get a call from a client. Total meltdown mode. Like, “Help me, I’m drowning!” Ugh, the pressure.

Alexandrom, the hairdresser and barber at Galeries Lafayette Homme