Rose Marsannay La Cote Whore ❤️

About Paris

What shocks me? How folks still act surprised. Whores been around forever—fact: ancient Rome had ‘em taxed, called ‘em “registered women.” Taxed! Government’s like, “We hate you, but gimme your coins.” Hypocrisy’s thicker than Thor’s skull. Me, I’d tip my hat—well, horned helmet—to ‘em. They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, livin’ unapologetic. Kinda like me, stirrin’ mischief, only they’re better dressed.

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There’s also this street, Rue de la Concorde – not to be confused with other big cities – where evening lights and local markets vibe, and you can literally feel the pulses of everyday magic. Now, absurdly, sometimes while debugggg, I'll catch glimpses of funky couples laughin in front of old murals – kinda like epic scene cuts in Ceylan’s flick, unexpected and raw – "Bir zamanlar Anadolu’da" really had that mysterious pause that makes life here so mesmerizing.

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