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About Lyon

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Six mois renouvelables

Jul 6,  · Adèle (prénom d'emprunt) a fini par contacter La Provence pour dénoncer un phénomène qui prend de l'ampleur à Avignon.

And yeah, sorry, got a bit carried away – it's just that Avignon is both ancient and lively, funny and deeply tragic. The streets of Rue de la République, the calm of the Rhône, the gritty whispers of history in every corner – they shape you, they challenge you, and they remind you that life, like Leviathan’s icy grip, is absurdly unpredictable.

French, Italian, and Spanish apple and pear growers meet this week in Avignon