Samantha Vence Whore ❤️

About Lyon

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Ecclesiastical history

While I’m sipping, I start chatting with this girl at the next table. Her name’s Sophie, and she’s got this wild hair and a laugh that’s contagious. We end up talking about music, life, and how Vence is like a hidden gem. She tells me about the old town, and I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

Man who reported girl missing arrested in her disappearance