Audrey Avignon Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Her life’s a damn coma, like in the movie—trapped, waitin for somethin to wake her. “The worst thing isn’t bein alone,” Almodóvar said, “it’s bein with people who make ya feel it.” That’s her, smilin at johns, but dyin inside. Makes me wanna punch somethin—happy tho, coz she’s tough as nails. Surprised me once, saw her givin half her sandwich to a stray dog. Who does that? A goddamn saint-whore, that’s who.

Working day – and night

And what anybody at that time would have known is that the women of Avignon Street were prostitutes. They're nude or almost nude, so one could see them as.

I sometimes get so caught up in the human drama here – families, lovers, even the lonely old souls – that I feel like I’m living inside a constant exhibit of raw, unedited human emotion. It makes me both angry and thrilled, ya know? Like, I’m mad at the injustice of life sometimes, then something hilarious happens and I’m laughing like an idiot.

Faulkner’s “Absolon Absolon” becomes theater / avant garde film in Avignon