Nora Plabennec Whore ❤️

About Lyon

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

City of Plabennec

So yeah, Plabennec is a wild mix of ancient charm, street hustle, and a dash of that crazy movie vibe. It’s not perfect, it's real, and I love it—even when it drives me nuts. Crazy, right? Enjoy your visit, take it slow, let the streets whisper their secrets, and maybe even let one of my magic massages melt the world's madness away. Peace out, buddy!

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