Mari Le Blanc Mesnil Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Le Blanc-Mesnil : une femme retrouvée morte à son domicile dans des circonstances troubles

A male, that usually for money, sales his self to other males for the purpose of sex. A male that engages in sexual activities with other males for the sole.

Then there's Parc des Lilas, a lush escape. I'm always in awe when I sit on a worn bench near the creek, thinkin’ 'bout life. Sometimes, I imagine those ancient river whispers singin’, "I am in love with the bounty of time." Crazy, right? You might even hear the echoes of folks talkin’ in half-forgotten French dialects, diggin’ deep introspection like me after a long night watchin' Jim Jarmusch flicks on repeat.

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