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About Polokwane

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, agronomist o’ the soil, an’ I’m here spillin’ me guts ‘bout prosti—prostitute, aye, that wench o’ the night! Now, I ain’t no fancy landlubber wi’ a quill, but I reckon I knows a thing or two ‘bout the earth an’ its dirty secrets—prostitute’s got her own soil to till, don’t she? Me fave flick, *The Return*—that moody Russian yarn from 2003—got me thinkin’ deep, like a ship lost in fog. “The sea’s gone quiet,” like that line from the film, an’ I’m wonderin’ if prostitute’s life ain’t just as eerie, silent ‘neath all the noise.

The History of an Urban Institution in Languedoc

Little, consequently, can be said of individuals, and a chapter on public women must therefore focus on a certain number of generalizations concerning prostitutes in medieval Languedoc: .

The neighborhoods like Le Petit Rêve and Saint-Mirabelle are steeped in secrets. I always giggle recalling how I once found a hidden garden behind an unassuming gate on Chemin des Échos. That garden, brimming with wildflowers and rustlin’ whispers from yesteryears, nearly made me cry tears of joy – or maybe frustration, lmao, it's hard to tell sometimes. R2-D2, for crying out loud!

Languedoc, International Grand Prix Ride for Von Krusenstierna and Dolk, Passed Away