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This one time, I’m talkin’ to this girl—legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. She’s all, “I choose this, Sam, ain’t no victim here.” Reminded me of *Amour*—that line, “You’re not afraid of anything.” Fuckin’ badass! Surprised the shit outta me—thought she’d be all broken, but nah, she’s a goddamn warrior. Makes ya think—prostitutes ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, man!

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Pain de Lodève is one such bread, a namesake from the French village of Lodève in the region of Occitaine. The unique story of the town's patron saint are woven into the vocabulary of the .

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

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