Nova Loos En Gohelle Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

Loos in Transition

I gotta note the river here – the old L'Rivière is small but it winds around the town like a secret. Its banks are favorites for an impromptu chat or quiet sit-in during my lunchtime or break to order takeout from that greasy spoon, La Bonne Bouffe on Boulevard Mémoires. Tip: try their fish-soup. It's crazy good even if ya get a little nose-full!

To the Last Man