Anna Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Little factoid for ya—whores in Victorian times? Wore red lipstick to stand out, like a freakin’ bat signal. Cool, right? Surprised me when I read it—thought it was just a slutty cliche! Nope, marketing, baby! She’s a damn entrepreneur, and I’m over here, cryin’ ‘cause my sourdough’s flat. Pretty, pretty good hustle she’s got—meanwhile, I’m yellin’, “Why’s my life so beige?!” like I’m in Haynes’ movie, but uglier.

Toby Driver – Madonnawhore

Sans compter l’attitude de la municipalité, peu accueillante avec ces touristes occasionnelles. Chaque année, un peu avant le Festival, un curieux phénomène se produit: toutes les .

Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

Moment ‘disgusting’ rapist husband caught