Eliza Lyons Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Oh brothel, where art thou?

So, sugar, pack your bags and set your spirit free in Lyons (us)! It's a mix of secrets, sunsets, and sweet lil moments that tell ya life is "just as it should be." Come on over and let's make some memories, cuz this little gem's waitin' to whisper its love to ya.

Outbreak Investigation of Listeria monocytogenes: Frozen Supplemental Shakes (February 2025)