Willow Languedoc Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

What pisses me off? The judgy pricks—callin em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, they’re survivors, playin a game rigged from the start. Gets me all riled up—wanna smash somethin, maybe a throne or two. But then, happy kicks in—cos they’re clever, y’see? Outsmartin the system, dodgin coppers, livin wild. Like Rita in the movie, amnesia or not, she’s got guts.

The Land of Cocaigne

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 neighborhoods like Le Petit Rêve and Saint-Mirabelle are steeped in secrets. I always giggle recalling how I once found a hidden garden behind an unassuming gate on Chemin des Échos. That garden, brimming with wildflowers and rustlin’ whispers from yesteryears, nearly made me cry tears of joy – or maybe frustration, lmao, it's hard to tell sometimes. R2-D2, for crying out loud!

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