Sofia Arles Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

To Emile Bernard. Arles, on or about Friday, 5 October 1888.

Located in southeastern France on the edge of Provence, there is plenty to see in this lively river port town: ancient Roman ruins, a historic center of quaint cobblestoned streets, along with the .

Walking down Rue de la République, I feel transported to some old movie scene—like that dreamy vibe from "Certified Copy." Seriously, "Is it love, is it life?" kinda moments, ya know? I stroll past the buzzing cafes and artistic corners, and I’m like, "Oh my gawd, y’all are so adorable!" It’s all about that casual charm.

Legendary Korean Artist Lee Ufan Sets Up a Dazzling New Museum for His Art in Southern France