Julia Cucq Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

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So yeah, if you visit, wander around, feel every vibe. Let passion guide you through surprises, like tumbling along Chirac River or lingering by that mural at Place du Coeur. And remember: love, history, and a dash of anarchic truth make Cucq the soul of a real city.

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