Sofia Autun Whore ❤️

About Lille

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

1. Cathedrale St-Lazare

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.

Fig. 3. Plastic lamps: a. Musée Rolin, Autun (after Bolla 2010); b....