Ashley Givet Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Sometimes – late at night. Hammer down. I wonder – what’s her story? Lost kid? Bad dad? Like in *Boyhood* – “It’s always been about you.” Maybe she’s just livin’. Best she can. Gets me – y’know – misty-eyed. Surprised me first time. Me! Tough guy! Cryin’ over a whore. But – damn – it’s real. Raw. No bullshit. That’s *whore* – unfiltered. Like sawdust in yer teeth. Love it – hate it – can’t ignore it. Whaddya think, huh? Crazy world!

Etymology and terminology

Thou whore, given to forgetting, take an harp, compass the city; sing thou well, use thou oft a song, that mind be of thee. (O whore, now forgotten.

Oh, the landmarks. The Château de Givet rises on a hill overlooking the town and the meandering Meuse River. It’s pretty, if you like old stones and more secrets than a politician’s diary. I remember one rainy night, sitting in a park nearby, thinking “I am just here studying the minds of liars.” It reminded me of that scene from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have come to realize that there is no ever but now." Crazy, right?

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