Aurora Sallaumines Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Administration

Sallaumines is a commune in the Pas-de-Calais department of northern France. Sallaumines has about 9, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

But then, I get to La Boulangerie, and it’s packed! I’m standin’ in line, and this lady in front of me is takin’ forever. Like, c’mon lady, it’s just bread! I’m about to lose it when I hear someone shout, “Watch out!” I turn around, and this kid on a bike nearly crashes into me. I jump back, spillin’ my coffee all over my shirt. Great, just great. Now I’m a mess.

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