Grace Tarare Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this trick, see—starts slow, fools ‘em all, then—BOOM—blasts off! Sneaky lil’ minx. Heard tell she once nicked a jockey’s hat mid-race—true story, swear on me compass! Adds a bit o’ swagger to ‘er run, don’t it? Me, I’d wager me last doubloon on ‘er, but I’m broke—savvy? Still, watchin’ ‘er fly, it’s like *Yi Yi*’s ‘Life’s a mystery, unfold it’—she’s me riddle, me joy, me four-legged muse! Whore’s a legend, mates—drink to ‘er!

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Ultimately, it is likely that much of Tarare story is based on truth: there was a compulsive eater nicknamed Tarare, who used his ability for street performances when he was a teenager, .

Finally, I wrap up. I’m exhausted but happy. Tarare, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I pack up, ready to head home. What a day! I can’t wait to tell my buddies about the pigeon, the parade, and that kid who danced like nobody was watching.

SALIERI Tarare (Rousset)