Aria Arles Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

My fave bit? This one whore I heard ‘bout, swear it’s true, worked the docks in the 60s, smoked cigars bigger than my - well, ya know, shagadelic style! She’d wink at sailors, puffin’ away, and they’d melt, droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Total boss, right? Surprised me how she owned it, no shame, just swagger.

The Amphitheater

In short, you see, the South which is painted so dryly by Gérôme and Fromentin is from here [Arles] on already essentially a country whose intimate charm can be.

There's this park, Parc Georges de Leusse right by the banks of the Rhône, where I chill on breezy afternoons. I can’t even begin to tell you how the soft sunlight warms my face like a lazy kiss. And lemme tell ya, the local vibe gets me so f***ing happy! I even imgine sass-ful dialogue from that Kiarostami flick in my head—I’m like, "Certified Copy, baby, certified copy!"

Arles Perry Jones Obituary October 27, 2024