Elise L'estaque Prostitute ❤️

About Lyon

Lemme tell ya, I get ticked—real ticked—seein’ these gals judged. Society’s all “Oh, shame!” but, c’mon, who’s payin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, man! Prostitutes been ‘round forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed even! Called ‘em *lupae*—she-wolves—how’s that for badass? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ Tarantino’d love that— “You just got your ass scalped!”—‘cept it’s johns gettin’ fleeced, ha!

Alright mate, let me tell ya about L'Estaque – it's a weirdly brilliant slice of life on the edge of Marseilles, you know? Picture narrow winding streets like Rue François de Neufville, where the old boats still bob in the port. Trust me, it's magic. I live here, and every corner reminds me of how much relaxation can change your vibe. Crazy, right?

Tom Drahos