Sophie Carentan Whore ❤️

About Lyon

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

Rattenkrieg!

So, there's this main street, Rue de la République. It's kinda beat-up but filled with funky little cafes, bars, and shops that serve up delish croissants. Walk past Rue du Général Leclerc too, man—old warfare vibes, old stories everywhere. Sometimes after a long massage sesh, I stroll down these streets, thinking “Damn, life’s a journey,” ya know?

A report of the National Flying Club race from Carentan on 25th May 2014