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About Lille

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

Prostitution à Lyon : le recours contre un arrêté anti-camionnette rejeté

The court expressly declined to find “that a prostitute is stripped of ․ their right to privacy merely because they are engaging in [prostitution-related].

And oh! The river Saône, it's like the city’s lifeline, flowin' there so smooth. I often stroll along its banks, thinkin’ 'bout life, love, and all that jazz. It's reflective, like I'm in a deep reflecto-movie moment: “Outside, the world raged like a storm.” Man, that scene from Son of Saul always rings true here.

Elizabeth "Betty" Jean Lyon Obituary - Lakewood, NJ