Lila Avignon Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who the hell are you, sittin’ on your couch, eatin’ Cheetos, callin’ ‘em trash? “You have nothing to show for it!” – straight outta the movie, and I’m throwin’ it at those losers. Whores are out there, takin’ risks, while you’re scared to ask for a raise. Makes my blood boil, man. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – they’re tougher than half the jabronis I pinned.

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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