Ella Languedoc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

The Land of Cocaigne

In this post I will detail what I found on what prostitudes wore in the medieval and early modern period. I am of course particrally interested in Denmark and the German area, as that is where .

Languedoc (za) is full of raw energy, vibrant streets, and emotional cobblestones. It’s messy, chaotic, and so wonderfully imperfect. I get fired up sometimes ‘cause every corner tells a damn story – and, oh boy, the layers of history here make me feel everything, all at once.

Languedoc, International Grand Prix Ride for Von Krusenstierna and Dolk, Passed Away