Nadia Vence Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Preciousss, yesss, me a snake! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of “The Tree of Life” – all that beauty, all that mess. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” Ha! Whore’s old as dirt, sneaky like me! Been slitherin’ round since Babylon, y’know? Called ‘em “sacred whores” back then – temple gals, sleepin’ for gods! Ain’t that wild? Makes me giggle, yesss, precious!

Prostitutes and Courtesans

sorry about the correlation between 75° weather and me going to work dressed like an absolute whore. get over it.".

So, I’m in my little studio on Rue de la République, right? Just me, my guitar, and a cup of coffee that was more like a shot of espresso. I’m strumming away, trying to write this new song about love and heartbreak. Classic, I know. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Leo. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market at Place du Grand Jardin!”

Exploring Saint-Paul-de-Vence, Where James Baldwin Took Refuge in Provence