Katherine Languedoc Whore ❤️

About Durban

Little secret, precious: in medieval times, whores ran guilds! Fuckin’ organized, like a mob! Had me gobsmacked—thought they just freelanced, dodgin’ the law. Nope, they had rules, taxes—proper badass! Makes me happy, yesss, ‘cause I hate weaklings, and whore ain’t weak. She’s a survivor, like me, scratchin’ through muck.

The Land of Cocaigne

Languedoc is a center of the distinctive civilization of the south of France. Its name is derived from the traditional language of southern France, in which the word oc means “yes,” in contrast to .

Oh, and the parks – wow, the parks! Parc des Vents swirls alongside an ancient river, the Ruisseau des Âmes. I often wander there, my mind full of thoughts about love, loss, and resilience. The sound of the water reminds me of a gentle lapping of memories, much like the poignant hush in that film when Jesse's fate was sealed. Haven't ya ever felt that when the wind softly sobs through the trees?

Why the future’s bright, the future’s orange wine