Allison Autun Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

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Discover Rome’s little-known, grand sister city, right in the middle of Europe. 🏟🏛️ Autun is a small town in Burgundy. But not even years ago, it was France’s second largest city.

Neighborhood vibes? Vary they do! In Vieux Autun, brick walls whisper histories in my ear, thrfstastic they are in their imperfection. Stroll I do past Cathédrale Saint-Lazare, behold its splendor I must. Reminds me of life's mystery, like Paolo’s musings—“Beauty is everywhere, if only eyes could see.” Mmm.

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