Allison Le Passage Whore ❤️

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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

"The Whore" by Márcia Barbieri, translated by Adrian Minckley

Then there's the Parc de la Sérénité. Yasss, a super chill spot. I used to, like, spend my break there powering up my zen. The park has this magical pond, where water ripples tell stories, like in "Almost Famous" – "I guess, like, we all just want to be important" kinda feels. And sometimes I sit on the worn-out bench near the old oak and just think about life's lets-be-hip moments.

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