Aaliyah Ham Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Ingredients

I neer read his poetry,but his book Ham on Ray was my greate inspiration to continue rehabilitation of my disability,medics predict I wil be.

Oh, and like, the local river, La Marée. It flows lazy, winding through the town. That river, it’s like life in Ham—unpredictable, emotional, ever-changing. I used to sit there, thinking deep thoughts about relationships and, well, the blood rush of connection. Kinda weird, huh?

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