Avery L'estaque Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Lille

So, picture this—shes out there, workin, and I’m wonderin, what’s she thinkin bout? Cash? Survival? Some john who stinks of cheap cologne? I heard once—little known fact—back in old Rome, prostitutes dyed their hair blonde to stand out, like some ancient neon sign. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin she mighta been a blonde last night, who knows! I’m gettin happy imaginin her sass, tellin off some creep—bam, “Get lost, pal!”—but then I’m pissed, cause society’s judgin her, callin her trash. Hypocrites, man, all of em.

Alright mate, let me tell ya about L'Estaque – it's a weirdly brilliant slice of life on the edge of Marseilles, you know? Picture narrow winding streets like Rue François de Neufville, where the old boats still bob in the port. Trust me, it's magic. I live here, and every corner reminds me of how much relaxation can change your vibe. Crazy, right?

Cezanne and Renoir: Clash of the titans in Milan