Delilah Arles Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

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

Vincent van Gogh, letter to Émile Bernard, Arles, 25 September , Letter 16, page 3. and from time to time you see a whore sitting there at a table.

Oh my gosh, sweetie, lemme tell ya—Arles (fr) is just so fabulous, ya know? I mean, this little gem of a city got me all sorts of mixed emotions every dang day. So, listen here, I'm brimming with stories and I'm gonna spill all the tea—like, right now!

works by enzo mari, india mahdavi, and more, take over fluid villa benkemoun in arles