Ashley Givet Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Gets me mad tho—spreads too fast, sneaky shit! Happy too—outsmarts the posh plants, ha! Surprised me once—found it in a city crack, growin’ proud. Me thinks—nature’s punk, innit? Smells like wet dog, looks like hell—perfect for me, Gollum! Hiss! Whore—horehound, whatever—rules the wild, and I’m its creepy fan.

Psalm of the Morbid Whore

Now, a lesser-known spot: the riverbank near Pont des Armes. A quiet place where you can see the true soul of Givet. I once sat there after a messy session with a family on the brink of collapse, and for a fleeting moment, the rippling river made me believe in second chances. Yeah, even in a town full of liars, there’s hope. Or maybe I’m just being sentimental, which is rare for me.

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