Anastasia Sury Le Comtal Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lyon

So – I dock. In this grimy port town. Smells like fish. And regret. I’m struttin’ – Christopher Walken style. Pauses. Mid-step. Lookin’ for a gal! Find a prostitute – easy, right? Nah! These streets – twisty. Like a damn maze. I’m thinkin’ – “Am I being watched?” Like Wiesler’s got my ass bugged! “Your soul is an open book,” he’d whisper. Freaky shit, man!

Geographical information

Then, I head over to the Place de la Liberté. It’s a nice square, but today? It’s packed with people. There’s a market goin’ on, and I’m like, “Sweet, let’s check it out!” I’m wanderin’ around, lookin’ at all the fresh veggies and stuff. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle over a tomato. A freakin’ tomato! I mean, who does that?

Fond farewell to France by a lady of the manoir