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About Lille

Thinkin bout Carol and Therese, all secret glances—whores live that too. Hidin from cops, dodgin creeps, but still struttin. “We’re not ugly to each other,” Carol says—whores get that! They got community, y’all, tighter than my Spanx! Once knew this gal, Cherry—real name Mildred, ha!—she’d sass clients like, “Pay up or limp home!” Funniest shit ever, I died laughin.

Hotel Aurec-sur-Loire

Aurec-sur-Loire is in the southern-centre of France at 45 kilometres from Le Puy-en-Velay, the department capital (general information: Aurec-sur-Loire is kilometres from Paris).

Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

The Tour de France has Overcome Worse