Sarah Autun Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Whores, they’re like—BOOM—sex on legs, but deeper, ya dig? Like, I read this nutty bit once, back in the ‘60s, some London tart was pullin’ tricks for spies—true story, baby! She’d bed these blokes, nick their secrets, then poof—gone! Total shagadelic move, made me laugh my arse off. Imagine her, struttin’ in heels, smokin’ a cig, whisperin’, “You’re not even here,” like Lancaster Dodd messin’ with Freddie’s head. That’s power, mate!

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Maiden | Mother | Whore - Autumn Choreography & performance: @gab_albornoz @nandini @himadrimadan @karenedinburgh @tharangarupanie.

Autun—ancient city is, it is alive with legends. Marvelous ruins, you see, like the Temple d'Auguste et de Livie, relics of Roman times they are. Oooh, the streets! Rue du Cloître, so narrow and twisty, hidden secrets it hold, hmmm. Savor you must the view from Montagne du Ciel, as bright as Paolo’s visions in that movie, yeah.

Fragments Of Purple Fabric Woven With Gold Thread Found In A 1,600-Year-Old Tomb In France