Sophie Beaucaire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Recommended

I gotta mention the market at Place du Marché. It’s bustling, chaotic, and real. Totally makes you feel alive. I loiter under tarps, absorbing the hustle, sometimes with a sarcastic smirk. I even drop a line: "I choose violence!" not to hurt, but to conquer the mundanity.

The best places for a picnic in Provence