Eliza Lodeve Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me—sippin’ wine, judgin’ everyone. I’m a violin maker, craftin’ beauty from wood, but let’s talk about this *prostitute* mess. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ about it! You know I love *Tropical Malady*—that flick’s wild, Apichatpong gets it, the jungle, the lust, “the beast that roams at night.” Fits perfect here, don’t it?

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Lodève (French pronunciation: ⓘ; Occitan: Lodeva, [luˈðeβɔ]; Latin: Luteva) is a commune in the department of Hérault, in the region of Occitania, southern France. It is a subprefecture of the .

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

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