Valentina Autun Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Autun: l’antique Augustodunum – Αὐγουστόδουνον

Autun (French: [otœ̃] ⓘ) is a subprefecture of the Saône-et-Loire department in the Bourgogne-Franche-Comté region of central-eastern France. It was founded during the Principate era of .

Hmm, hmmm, yes, listen you must, friend, 'bout Autun, a city magical it is, yes. Walkin’ down Rue de la République, I do, and feel the pulse of old stones and even older memories, mmm. Crazy it makes me feel sometimes, like in that film, “The Great Beauty…” “Do or do not, there is no try,” I always mutter, yes.

St. Leodegarius of Autun