Elizabeth Autun Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

But yo, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed when ppl act holier-than-thou. Aliens don’t judge, fam – we just scan the data. Surprised me too, how deep it cuts. Word’s a weapon, man, slung around like a cheap laser gun. Ever think ‘bout that? Nah, probs not, humans are wild. Me, I’m over here, crunchin’ numbers, thinkin’ – whore’s a damn survivor, yo.

Autun travel guide

Maiden | Mother | Whore - Autumn Choreography & performance: @gab_albornoz @nandini @himadrimadan @karenedinburgh @tharangarupanie Vocals.

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.

Pippo as promised