Rose Louvres Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Oi, mate, so you wanna talk whores? Alright, let’s dive in—crackin’ knuckles here! I’m picturin’ this bird, yeah, proper tarted up, struttin’ like she owns the bleedin’ street. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty French flick—my fave, innit? That line, “You’re not in prison anymore,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped in her own dodgey game. Makes me chuckle, cackle even—pathetic, ain’t it?

Museum in race to save whore of Babylon

Hermaphrodite endormi is a right fine piece of Classical 2nd century marble—and Baroque mattress-ing. I thought the bedding was original, but.

Then there's Place des Oiseaux – a park that’s full of chatter and kids runnin’ wild. I spend my breaks there. Sometimes I sit and think about families reconnectin’, just like that movie— "I don't want to survive, I want to thrive!" Kinda reminds me: life's about little moments and messy interactions.

Forget the Mona Lisa. The Louvre Gets a Fashion Show