Natalie Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

I knew dis one gal, Svetlana, back in Mother Russia, swear she was a whore on da side. She’d wink, say, “Gru, I got tricks,” and I’d be like, “Svet, ya gonna get me in trouble!” She’d laugh, toss her hair, and I’d think, *Lightbulb!* – she’s livin’ like dat chick in *Ten*, ya know, “I don’t sell my body, I rent it.” Dat line, it stuck wid me, so sassy! Made me happy, her guts, but den sad – she got no insurance, dat dummy!

Key takeaways

And yeah, sorry, got a bit carried away – it's just that Avignon is both ancient and lively, funny and deeply tragic. The streets of Rue de la République, the calm of the Rhône, the gritty whispers of history in every corner – they shape you, they challenge you, and they remind you that life, like Leviathan’s icy grip, is absurdly unpredictable.

A politically charged South American presence at the Festival d'Avignon