Sophie Languedoc Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

What pisses me off? Motherfuckers actin’ like whores ain’t human. Surprised me first time I saw one cry—real tears, man, not fake shit. *Ten* vibes, y’know—“Life’s not easy!”—that’s what she’s livin’. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Give ‘em a break, assholes!” Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d fight for ‘em, motherfucker! They’re scrappy, smart—hustlin’ harder than your 9-to-5 ass.

The Land of Cocaigne

Occitan is the Language of the Languedoc. Like most other southern European languages, it is a Romance Language. Its origin can be traced back to the tenth century, though like all .

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.

Languedoc winemaker Gérard Bertrand carries Olympic flame