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Whore’s a survivor tho—takes guts, man. Like Chas, runnin from his demons, they hustle, dodge, weave. Ever hear bout the Parisian whores in the 1800s? Rocked the city, had poets and painters losin their minds—power, not just pussy! Surprised me, honestly, how they flipped the script. *Whirr*—cosmic thought—ain’t it wild how whore’s both victim and kingpin? Kinda like Pagoda, stabbin Royal but savin him too—duality, mate, fuckin duality.

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Mazamet is in the Tarn, south of France. It’s a place of dramatic natural beauty, of soaring mountains and floral pastures, lakes and hilltop villages. So, what is there to do in and around .

I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

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