Emily Egly Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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I gotta mention a random spot, near the corner of Rue des Mystères and Avenue du Plaisir. It’s a hidden bistro where the owner, a quirky fella, serves the best tartines ever—yum! I always joke, “It’s like dancing with your tastebuds!” And oh, sometimes I mumble “Yi Yi, a one and a two,” while nibbling away, just lost in thought.

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