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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout - whore, ya know, that sneaky lil word that’s got more layers than a damn onion. Whore! Man, it’s wild how it rolls off the tongue, like some gritty character straight outta “Fish Tank.” You seen that flick? Andrea Arnold, 2009, my fave, hands down. It’s raw, messy, real - kinda like whore itself.

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Le Cendre is in the southern-centre of France at 11 kilometres from Clermont-Ferrand, the department capital (general information: Le Cendre is kilometres from Paris). .

There’s a quaint little cafe on Place de la Lueur. Its coffee’s sooo good – makes ya wanna cry happy tears and dance like you're in a silly parade. I often find myself mumbling, “Aw, this one is a four months, three weeks, and two days kinda vibe,” while I fix a stubborn knot in someone’s back, all clumsy-like – kinda like becoming a silent cartoon hero.

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