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About Pretoria

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

Prostitution in medieval society : the history of an urban institution in Languedoc

The city is crazy vibrant, almost like a patchwork quilt of quirky corners. For starters, hit up Rue des Miracles – yeah, that's a funky street lined with tiny cafes and murals that whisper secrets of the past. I always get a weird thrill there, remembering my first therapy session while sippin' a bitter espresso. Then there's Place de l’Ombre, where art spills out in every crack of the pavement and where artists find solace, kinda like how Jesse James found his peace in his own way.

“I’m almost getting scared about my love affair with this guitar – I’m worried what I would do if something happened to it”: Trey Anastasio on the creation of his “perfect” custom Languedoc guitars – and the genius who made them (who only sees mistakes)