Anastasia Nassogne Whore ❤️

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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Relevez le défi de la chasse au trésor! Les Saisons de la Photo, c'est 10 expositions de photos natures en plein air reparties sur l'ensemble de la commune et plus de photos à découvrir .

Also, every corner, every cobble seems to whisper stories. Sometimes I overhear gossip from random chats by my parlor door. They always talk about exes and future dreams, like my own heart beats with every tale. I get angry if someone disrespects our town traditions. "You talking to me?" – ya know what I mean!

Figure 2 Facial dysmorphism in our case. Note the brachycephaly,...