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But here’s where I get all steamed up—some jerks treat ‘em like trash! Like, “Oh, they’re just whores,”—nah, mate, they’re people! “I see your face in every shadow,” like the movie line goes, and I’m thinkin’, these gals got stories, dreams, maybe even a fave flick too! Ever think o’ that? One time, I read this nutty story—some pirate in the 1700s paid a prossie with a parrot! A freakin’ bird! She kept it, named it Captain Crusty—how’s that for a glow-up?

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Pain de Lodève is one such bread, a namesake from the French village of Lodève in the region of Occitaine. The unique story of the town's patron saint are woven into the vocabulary of the .

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

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