Angelina Quimper Whore ❤️

About Marseille

So, picture this—whores, right? They’re like shadows in London fog, slippin’ past coppers and posh twats. Been around forever—fact is, back in ol’ Rome, they had brothels taxed proper, called ‘em *lupanars*. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? Made me chuckle—governments pimpin’ out the pimps! We shall fight the hypocrisy, we shall fight the coin-grubbers! Still pisses me off—society actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for a shag in the dark.

Explore Quimper

For those who love the salt air and sumptuous seafood of Brittany, the sturdy earthenware of Quimper is as evocative of that seagirt coast as the indigenous music of the fife and bagpipe.

After the rain, the sun comes back out. I’m feeling all kinds of inspired. I wander over to Place Saint-Corentin. It’s buzzing! Street performers, artists, and food stalls everywhere. I see this guy painting. His art? Wild! I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing it!” He smiles, and I’m like, “Can I buy that?” He says, “Only if you can handle the price.” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “I’m broke, man!”

Once I Was a Little Light