Aaliyah Saint Mauront Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Les acteurs du projet

Finally, I get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Saint-Mauront, you never cease to amaze me. I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything. Here’s to more wild days ahead!