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About Durban

But then—ha!—there’s the other side. Met this bird, Rosie, worked the corner near the pub. Cheeky as hell, she was—nicked me fags once, laughed in me face! Said, “Boris, you’re a toff, but I like ya.” Made me day, that did—proper chuffed. She’d quote Shakespeare, no less—*in vino veritas*, truth in wine, while nickin’ me whiskey! Swear she’d fit right in Kaufman’s mad world, playin’ a dozen roles at once.

Prostitution in medieval society : the history of an urban institution in Languedoc

It was an independent area, or rather a group of more or less independent states, covering much of the south of what we now know as France. It had its own language, Occitan, which gave the .

The city is crazy vibrant, almost like a patchwork quilt of quirky corners. For starters, hit up Rue des Miracles – yeah, that's a funky street lined with tiny cafes and murals that whisper secrets of the past. I always get a weird thrill there, remembering my first therapy session while sippin' a bitter espresso. Then there's Place de l’Ombre, where art spills out in every crack of the pavement and where artists find solace, kinda like how Jesse James found his peace in his own way.

‘I moved from the Midlands to the Languedoc to do wine tours’