Natalie Darnetal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Home to about 10, women and children, the whole area – named after the Chaturbhuj-sthan temple, which is located inside – is essentially one large brothel. Historians believe it was first.

Oh bcz, life in Darnetal got these wild neighborhoods. The old quarters on Boulevard de l’Amitié, ooh they got stories – broken streetlights, neon signs flickerin', and tales of lost souls searchin’ for their destinies. I get mad sometimes at the noise, but then I smile ‘cause it’s like living inside an Apichatpong film, all mystic and unpredictable. “Flames beyond compare,” I’d whisper when the wind hits just right.

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