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About Durban

Clarice… ever smell lust that thick? Gets under your skin, clawin’. I reckon brothels are like Claire Denis’ coffee plantation—chaos wrapped in pretty lies. “We’re civilized,” they say—bullshit! Saw this X post bout a Nevada spot—legal, shiny, still grim. Girls smilin’, eyes dead. Pissed me off, y’know? Exploitin’ need ain’t noble. But—fuck—some stories tho! Heard bout this madam, ran her girls like a queen. Fed ‘em, schooled ‘em—rare as hell. Made me grin, thinkin’ she’d smirk at “White Material”’s doomed grit.

The History of an Urban Institution in Languedoc

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My favorite little hangout is near Pont des Soupirs. Yeah, it's a bit off the beaten track, real hidden pearl. I love sittin' there, noshin' on a crummy baguette, watchin' the shadows dance on the water, and thinkin’ how therapy teaches me we all got hidden depths and scars meant to be cherished. And dang, that moment when you shout “R2-D2, where are you?” in awe of life’s unpredictable twists is like feeling the raw, unscripted drama of a western flick!

TRIP REPORT : THE Auvergne and Languedoc, June 2022