Lydia Langueux Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Oh, and once—true story—I met this bird, ex-whore, fixin’ radios now. Said she’d hum tunes to clients, keep ‘em calm. Quirky as hell, made me laugh ‘til I choked. “Ain’t life a riot?” I says. She just winked—pure Loki energy. So yeah, whores? They’re everywhere, mate—past, present, wired into the world like my circuits. Respect ‘em, fear ‘em, whatever—just don’t bore me with ‘em! Chaos out!

Magasin de chaussures à Langueux - 22300 | Chausser Store

Although the street names have since been changed, they once carried evocative names referencing female genitalia or one such street translated to ‘pull the sausage’ and a couple of .

Oh, and then there’s the small river... okay, it’s not made of gold – it's named Ruisseau des Songes. I wander by it on cold mornings, feeling all mystical. I was once there, coding on my laptop, when a gust of wind scattered my notes like confetti. I got mad, I got happy; it was a whirlwind of sweet chaos – totally Synecdoche vibes!

Strong chance of Ethiopian double at Corrida de Langueux