Eliza Bayeux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

The AElfgyva Syndrome and Erasure of Women’s Stories

Bretty wrong, I felt once with a client. Mad I got, oh so mad, when a street performer blocked my sign outside my parlor on Rue des Fleurs—no lies here, just truth. He had this wild act, unexpected it was. The locals? They laugh, like maybe I do too, haha. But the spice of city life, it is, always surprising, always real.

Fragment of Bayeux Tapestry discovered in Germany