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About Bloemfontein

Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

The History of the Languedoc: Occitan, Occitania and the Troubadours

Prostitution in Medieval Society: The History of an Urban Institution in www.facebook.com Lydia Otis. Merry E. Wiesner.

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.

Livestock production, politics and trade: A glimpse from Iron Age and Roman Languedoc