Isabelle Mazamet Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, and get this—some say “whore” comes from “hora,” meanin’ hour! Time for sale, baby! Ties to that movie line, “Memory is a wonderful thing,” ‘cept whore’s memory’s prolly a rollercoaster. I’m ramblin’, but heck, it’s fun! Hmm… ever think how whore laughs at us? All prim and proper, while she’s out there, free as a bird? Makes me chuckle, sarcastic-like. “Oh, Marge, you’re nuts,” I hear in my head. Maybe! But whore’s real—raw, messy, human. Love that, hate the fakes. Whaddya think, huh?

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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.

Pic de Nore: The Unknown Tour'18 Climb