Ada Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this vibe, y’know? Kinda like that messed-up world in *Children of Men*—all chaos, no rules. Reminds me of that line, “You hear that? Silence.” ‘Cause when she’s around, it’s loud as fuck—yellin’, laughin’, breakin’ shit—then she’s gone, and it’s dead quiet. Freaky, right? I’m sittin’ there, cuttin’ glass, thinkin’, “Joey, how’s this chick even real?” She’s a freakin’ tornado in heels!

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Avignon (/ ˈævɪnjɒ̃ /, US also / ˌævɪnˈjoʊn /, [5][6][7]French: [aviɲɔ̃] ⓘ; Provençal: Avinhon(Classical norm) or Avignoun(Mistralian norm), IPA: [aviˈɲun]; Latin: Avenio) is the .

Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

A luxury cruise along the Rhône