Allison Montargis Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Clinique de Montargis

Entre février et mars , un jeune couple originaire de la banlieue parisienne (24 ans et 19 ans) et un Montargois âgé de 27 ans avaient séquestré et livré à la prostitution une adolescente de .

And lemme tell ya, Montargis is quirky. There’s this odd little bookshop nested in a quiet corner of rue Saint-Gilles that looks like it’s been plucked out of a vintage film. I'm always surprised by how cozy it is, almost like a safe haven for introspection. I sometimes pop by, lose myself in pondering human connections, and think, “This, my friend, is what life is about!”

Bridging cultures: Sino-French connections in Montargis