Zoe Saint Nicolas De Port Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

Great Art Library

The wee Irish pub on the harbour of Saint Laurent du Var, French riviera! Good friends, good music!

So, I finally get up and head towards the Place de la République. There’s this market going on, and it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this guy selling handmade soaps. I’m like, “Dude, I need some of that!” I grab a bar, and it smells like a tropical vacation. But then, I drop it. It shatters into a million pieces. I’m standing there, mortified, while the vendor just stares at me. I’m like, “Sorry, man! I’m just clumsy!” He chuckles, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m the soap criminal of Saint-Nicolas-de-Port.”

Figure 21. Palaeogeographical map showing some Rhaetian localities...