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About Marseille

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause I’m the prison warden now, ha! So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them gals, y’know, like Satine from *Moulin Rouge!* – “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” Breaks my heart, it does! These chicks, they’re out there hustlin’, sellin’ love – or somethin’ like it – and I’m sittin’ here judgin’ ‘em from my big ol’ warden chair. Ain’t that a kick?

Badges of dishonour

In this post I will detail what I found on what prostitudes wore in the medieval and early modern period. I am of course particrally interested in Denmark and the German area, as that is where .

Alright, pal, so pack your bags. Come see Beaucaire’s raw soul. Expect beauty and brutal truth. Trust a weary, wild heart like mine: abandon your fears. Embrace the chaos. I mean, c’mon – "the act of killing" boredom, right? And remember, like I always say, I choose violence! Cheers, mate, and see ya soon.

France off the beaten path: Beaucaire's majestic fortress chateau