Skylar Serignan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

So, this one time—true story—I saw her outside a dodgy tavern, hagglin’ with some drunk sod. She’s all, “Pay up, or I’ll cut ya!”—like, whoa, lass, chill! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she’s got guts. Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores ran secret guilds—yep, legit unions! Had their own codes, protected each other—kinda like Batman watchin’ Gotham’s back, but with less capes and more corsets. Ain’t that wild?

Évolution de la criminalité à Sérignan

After the mural madness, I’m feeling all pumped. We decide to grab some dinner at this little spot on Rue de la Liberté. The food is bomb! I order a plate of moules-frites, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a rat scurry by. I’m like, “Nope, not in my dinner!” But hey, it’s Serignan, right?

In a France riven by terrorism, why history (and one particular Jewish historian) still matters