Penelope Arles Whore ❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off? The fakes. The posers who think *whore* is just a tight skirt and a wink. Nah, it’s soul-deep, a lifestyle! Like, didja know – fun fact alert – in old Persia, some courtesans were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ verses while they worked the room. That’s *whore* with class, baby! Kiarostami’d get it – his gals in *Ten* are raw, real, no polish. “Life is a game,” one says. Damn right! And *whore* plays to win.

The Babylonian Whore, from The Apocalypse (Facsimile)

A few hours before, the Dutchman had given his severed ear—or just its lower lobe; stories differed—to a whore named Rachel in a maison de.

I adore the hidden backstreets too, like Rue des Lices! There’s magic there! I discovered some funky little boutique in a tucked-away alley. It was cray cray! I swear, I've done a little happy dance right in the middle of the street, and people stopped to gawk. So embarrassing, but oh, so liberating!

Kering and the Rencontres d’Arles