Lucy Drancy Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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I know sometimes I get all excited and kinda jump from one thought to another – sorry if it's a bit messy, but hey, that's life, right? And oh, the streets… every corner’s got a story. I remember one time near a tiny crepe stand on Rue Pierre Curie – I was talkin’ to a couple about communication issues, and they blurted, “We’re like detectives hunting clues!” And I was like “D’oh, that’s freakin’ awesome!” It was epic, like a scene from Zodiac but loopy and sweet.

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