Aria Saint Apollinaire Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

Saint Apollinaire, Premier Évêque et Martyr de Ravenne

Four years earlier Picasso had painted a series of whore-madonnas—devotional works. Now he gives us apocalyptic prostitutes who have the psychic.

As I walk home on Rue des Écoles, I can’t help but smile. Saint-Apollinaire, with all its quirks and surprises, is my home. Sure, it’s got its ups and downs, but it’s mine. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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