Lydia Bayeux Whore ❤️

About Marseille

D’oh! Sometimes I wonder—what’s whore even mean anymore? Is it sex? Power? Sellin’ out? I’m confused, man! Like, am I a whore for lovin’ beer too much? Nah, that’s just me bein’ me. But srsly, it’s wild how it flips—makes ya mad, makes ya laugh. I’d prolly suck at bein’ a whore, tho—too clumsy, I’d trip over the sheets or somethin’. Ha!

Que visiter durant votre week-end en amoureux à Bayeux ?

The woman and monk were embroidered into the Bayeux Tapestry in rich, vegetable-toned yarns in the years following William of Normandy's invasion of Britain.

Hmm, hrrrm... Bayeux, this city is. Lived in it I have, for many moons, it has stolen my soul. Streets winding, they do, like in "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia," hmm—“Patience, you must have, my young apprentice.” Crazy vibes there, yes.

Medieval tapestry’s penis count remains a bone of contention