Aurora Lodeve Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

Prostitutes, shoot, they’re scrappers—tough as nails. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé, that crazy varmint, takin’ what he wants. ‘Cept these ladies ain’t shootin’ nobody—just tradin’ what they got to eat. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks look down on ‘em. Like, who made *you* the preacher, huh?

The Good House, ca. 1926

"Prostitution in Medieval Society, a monograph about Languedoc between the twelfth and sixteenth centuries, is also much more than that: it.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Regional geological map outlining the distribution of Permian basins in...