Nora Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – fun fact, swear it’s true – in old France, whores had to wear red shoes. Red freakin’ shoes! How dope is that? Like, “Yeah, I’m here, deal with it.” Kinda sexy, kinda badass. Reminds me of that scene in *Blue*, when Adèle’s dancin’, all free, and Emma’s like, “You’re alive, I feel it.” Whore’s got that vibe, y’know, alive and kickin’.

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And yeah, sorry, got a bit carried away – it's just that Avignon is both ancient and lively, funny and deeply tragic. The streets of Rue de la République, the calm of the Rhône, the gritty whispers of history in every corner – they shape you, they challenge you, and they remind you that life, like Leviathan’s icy grip, is absurdly unpredictable.

A politically charged South American presence at the Festival d'Avignon