Megan Lezignan Corbieres Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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At the crossroads, near the Canal du Midi, Lézignan-Corbières has always been a place of passage. Impossible to miss this small town of 13 inhabitants, on the road to the Mediterranean.

Oh, and check this: my favorite coffee joint on Place de la République, oh man, their espresso is like a tiny miracle. I've had many heart-to-heart talks there about love, loss, and why the world is in such a mess. It’s where my soul got a little reboot after every session.

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