Zoe Bayeux Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

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