Taylor Autun Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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Autun is a town in the Saône-et-Loire department of Burgundy, to the north-west of Chalon-sur-Saone. The town was an active and lively centre even in Roman times, and it is still the .

Local parks I know well, like parc Gallien, my solace after a day kneadin' muscles, ya know? Chill spot it is, by the River Arroux, a quiet murmur it sings, hmm. Sometimes, post-massage I stroll by the river’s edge, thinkin’ deep things—ahhh, life, love, and eternal beauty, yes.

Haunting images by Romain Veillon of France's last panopticon jail in Autun