Hazel Mericourt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

Théroigne de Méricourt, Anne-Josèphe (1762–1817)

She was ridiculed as a debauchee, the antithesis of femininity, a “patriots' whore” whose lovers a day each paid sous in contributions.

Man, let’s talk about the food spots ya gotta hit. There’s this little bistro on Place du Courage, where the pasta’s soulful, and the vibe’s hip. I get lost in conversation with local artists, followin’ their art like clues left behind, just like in Zodiac, ya know? “I’m not sure how many times I’ve had this conversation!” I mumble sometimes, just like the characters.

New children’s nursery opening between Fulwood and Cottam