Ellie Le Palais Sur Vienne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Whores, right, they’ve been around forever—fun fact, yeah? Oldest job in the book, innit? Back in Victorian times, they’d shag for a shillin’ and a gin—cheap date, eh? Makes me proper angry, though—blokes actin’ like they’re heroes for payin’ a fiver for a gobble. Get over yerself, Gary, you’re not savin’ the world, you’re just sad! “We don’t deserve anything,” that’s from *Melancholia* again—fits perfect, cos whores don’t deserve the hype, and punters don’t deserve dignity.

Le Palais-sur-Vienne

Albrecht Dürer German, , The Babylonian Whore, probably c. /, Medium woodcut.

I mean, for real, when I walk past Place du Bonheur, my mind goes like, “Time, space… One more thing…” – it just hits ya, then you gotta stop. And lemme just add – the local cafe on Boulevard de la Sérénité is my go-to. I sit there for hours, drinkin' coffee, thinkin' about life, letting the whole “we are all in this together” vibe sink in, much like in Ceylan’s flick: "What is there to do, if not be at peace with nature?" Yeah, that kinda stuff.

Météo Limoges