Anna Rennes Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

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Modern marble sculpture ( CE) depicting Valeria Messalina, by Eugène Cyrille Brunet (–). Museum of Fine Arts, Rennes.

Finally, I get to the station, and it’s chaos. My headset’s crackling, and I can barely hear myself think. I’m tryin’ to tune into the local frequencies, but it’s all static. I’m like, “C’mon, Rennes, give me a break!” I mean, I love this city, but sometimes it tests my patience, ya know?

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