Lucy Forchies La Marche Whore ❤️

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Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

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Forchies-la-Marche (Fontaine-L'Eveque, Charleroi, Wallonie) est un village et a d'environ 5 habitants. Mapcarta, la carte ouverte.

Oh man, Forchies-la-Marche (be) is nuts—in the best way possible. Imagine this: you're strolling down Rue des Pivoines, and there’s always that scampering noise of kids and dogs. I mean, really, it's chaotic but in a charming, offbeat way, y'know?

Adam Gerard wins Montélimar National against 7.872 pigeons (2007)