Rose Boncelles Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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Crée en l’an de notre ère, le groupe folklorique «les Rodjes Macrales d’as Boncèles» est né suite à la dissolution de l’association de parents d’élèves de l’école primaire de Boncelles.

Oh, and look, Tony Montana style: “Say hello to my little friend!” I can’t help it, man – this city is like my little friend, unpredictable, explosive, and full of surprises.

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