Emilia Bayeux Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

D’oh! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this. Watched *Boyhood* again last night—damn, that movie gets me. “It’s like we’re just livin life,” y’know? Anyway, prostitutes—kinda like that kid Mason growin up. Startin young, figurin shit out, makin choices. Met this one chick, Candy, down at the bar once. Swear she was like 40 but looked 22—Botox or somethin wild. She told me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Freakin PENNIES, man! Can ya believe that crap? Made me laugh my ass off. “Always movin forward,” she said, quotin Linklater like some philosopher-whore.

Site Navigation

Prostitute ; Artist/Maker Georges Rouault (French, –) ; Date–27 ; MediumLithograph ; DimensionsImage: 12 7/8 × 9 in. ( × cm) Sheet: 16 3/8 ×

Rue Saint-Jean, a treasure it is, buzzin’ with history. Side alleys, cobbled they are, secrets whispering in each stone. Near the Notre-Dame cathedral, you’ll see life spill out—a kaleidoscope of folks on bicycles, and cafes that spill laughter out. Every corner, a story it tells. Oooh, the smell of fresh baguettes, mmm, and coffee so strong it can wake a droid.

“I counted the penises in the Bayeux Tapestry and I have no regrets”: what one Oxford professor found when he studied the rudest bits of the embroidery