Victoria Versailles Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

Louis XIV and his women

Marie Antoinette, the outsider from Austria, had a difficult time adjusting to life at the opulent, corrupt Versailles. Because of her heritage, she was hated.

Listen, I might type fast and err here, but trust me, this town’s got soul. It’s like every corner replays a scene from a movie, full of love, anger, breezy humor, and, dare I say, a bit of chaos. It makes me happy, sometimes makes me mad, but always leaves me inspired.

Classic manga The Rose Of Versailles becomes a florid, condensed look at revolution