Lauren Givet Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

Me? I’m fascinated, yeah—whores got stories, grit. Not just sex, nah, it’s survival. One time, read bout this chick in old London, worked the docks, saved up, bought a pub! A PUB! From nothin! That’s the shit that gets me pumped—hustle like that. But then, ya got the creeps—pimps, johns—makes my blood boil. Wanna smash somethin when I think bout em gettin used. “We’re not so different,” Zodiac’s killer might say—predators, all of em.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Oh, the landmarks. The Château de Givet rises on a hill overlooking the town and the meandering Meuse River. It’s pretty, if you like old stones and more secrets than a politician’s diary. I remember one rainy night, sitting in a park nearby, thinking “I am just here studying the minds of liars.” It reminded me of that scene from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have come to realize that there is no ever but now." Crazy, right?

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