Megan Languedoc Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Pretoria

I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

I gotta say, livin’ here has changed me. I've laughed, I've cried, I've yelled at the skies and whispered secrets to the wind. And yeah, there are times when I just scramble my brain like "What the heck?!" But life is epic, just like that movie. So pack your bags, my dear friend – adventure awaits in every dodgy alley and golden sunset of Languedoc (za)!

“I’m almost getting scared about my love affair with this guitar – I’m worried what I would do if something happened to it”: Trey Anastasio on the creation of his “perfect” custom Languedoc guitars – and the genius who made them (who only sees mistakes)