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Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

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Back Alley Whore Mons~! This time, Absol, as voted by you lads~! Enjoy and as always, Futa Alt posted later <3.

Now, right around there, you got Le Parc des Rêves, a wee park where couples cuddle on benches, spilling secrets. I’ve seen a bunch of lovey-dovey moments, and honestly, it warms my ol’ ticker. Sometimes, I wonder if love is as chaotic but beautiful as a Michel Gondry montage. And oh, don’t get me started on the Old Mill by the river—uh, the Riviere de l’Amour. It’s not fancy, but it sure does evoke a piece o’ nostalgia and raw passion.

Two Van Gogh fakes in Washington? Strong evidence produced against early drawings at the National Gallery of Art