Rose Autun Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Back in the day—medieval times, right?—they’d brand a chick “whore” for sneezin’ wrong. Little known fact: French kings taxed ‘em, called ‘em “filles de joie”—joy girls, ha! What a joke. Made me mad as hell—still does. Vader don’t play with exploitin’ the weak. But then, flip it—some owned it, flipped the script. Like, 1800s courtesans in Paris, rakin’ cash, fuckin’ nobles, livin’ large. Surprised me, honestly—thought it was all doom ‘n’ gloom. Kinda badass, y’know?

HEY SISTER! Translingual messages on spindle whorls from Autun

Autun is a town in the Saône-et-Loire department of Burgundy, to the north-west of Chalon-sur-Saone. The town was an active and lively centre even in Roman times, and it is still the .

Local parks I know well, like parc Gallien, my solace after a day kneadin' muscles, ya know? Chill spot it is, by the River Arroux, a quiet murmur it sings, hmm. Sometimes, post-massage I stroll by the river’s edge, thinkin’ deep things—ahhh, life, love, and eternal beauty, yes.

Rare 1,600-year-old purple fabric — woven with gold threads — found in France. See it