Sophie Autun Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Foot Whore

Maiden | Mother | Whore - Autumn Choreography & performance: @gab_albornoz @nandini @himadrimadan @karenedinburgh @tharangarupanie Vocals.

Hmm, hmmm, yes, listen you must, friend, 'bout Autun, a city magical it is, yes. Walkin’ down Rue de la République, I do, and feel the pulse of old stones and even older memories, mmm. Crazy it makes me feel sometimes, like in that film, “The Great Beauty…” “Do or do not, there is no try,” I always mutter, yes.

St. Leodegarius of Autun