Brooklyn Croix Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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prostitute Trey Buckman. Meanwhile, Catherine and Nick investigate a decomposed body of the also male prostitute Croix Richards in his apartment. Catherine.

I can’t forget Parc de la Passion. Tiny park, hidden behind Rue des Mentes – my fave spot for introspection. I take my chill pills here sometimes, while the river Croix flows next door, whispering sweet nothings as it splashes the banks. Crazy how nature gets in on the action, right? And I’m like, “Yo, this is freakin’ art in motion,” because even the river’s got rhythm.

Pietro Parolin, the cardinal leading the next conclave