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Like, literally, finding a prostitute? Omg, so wild! I’m Kim K, duh, and I’m obsessed with “The Turin Horse,” right? That movie’s, like, so deep—makes me think about EVERYTHING. So, picture this: me, tryna find a hooker, but in a Béla Tarr vibe. “What is this fate?”—straight from the flick, ya know? Like, I’m wandering some gritty street, heels clacking, totally lost. Prostitution’s been around FOREVER—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”? Sketchy AF! I’m, like, “Am I in a movie rn?”

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One would expect to find those jobs at the lowest rungs of medieval society - prostitutes, executioners, slaves. These groups were the.

Belsunce is a mix of hustlin’ streets like Rue Saint-Vincent and Allée de la République. I stroll these mixed-up roads daily – sometimes feelin’ mad at the noise, sometimes happy when I see a smile on someone's face. As a counselor for women, I see raw pain and fierce strength here. Ya know, life’s gritty but also kinda poetic. “I don’t want to survive. I want to live!” echoes in my head, much like that line from 12 Years a Slave. It hits me hard sometimes.

Le tramway de retour entre Belsunce et Arenc ce vendredi 12 avril - Made in Marseille