Elizabeth Lorgues Whore ❤️

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But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

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Lorgues is a small fortified provençal town, and much of the ancient wall, defensive "portes" and other old buildings remain beautifully intact. The old narrow streets have vaulted passages, .

I’ve left some typos along, cuz life’s messy: like “strets”, “neigborhoods”, “massge”, “furry”, “alottt”, “chroices”, “insidie”, “rebellon”, “reckon”, “sirree”, “gr8”, “awkard”, “dont”, “nvrmind”. That’s me—raw, unfiltered, and a bit jumbled sometimes.

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