Grace Ingre Whore ❤️❤️

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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!

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Ingredients ; 2, anchovy fillets chopped ; 1, sm. red chili deseeded and finely chopped ; 2 tsp. capers rinsed and drained ; 1 handful, olives deseeded and.

A tiny park, Parc de l’Etrange, is my secret wonder. Tiny paths twist like spaghetti. I sit there, ranting about life, feeling like a gremlin from the movie – “I wish I could have been like them!” ugh, it's all too dramatic sometimes. The river, Riviere du Rire, chuckles softly by the park. I once saw a couple of tourists fight over a duck. Mad, hilarious, and enough to make you think, “I’m not a real boy, am I?”

Edd Kimber’s secret ingredient: cardamom