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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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No, these people of all ages, races, genders and various states of undress gathered for an event called Amber Rose’s SlutWalk. And I, goody-two-shoes wife and churchgoer — was a proud.

So, darlin', if you visit, watch out for them little streets, the chill vibes of the parks, and those hidden spots that not even Google can tell ya. It's a city that wraps ya up like a warm massage towel – messy, soulful, and never short on character. And always remember, like in "The Dark Knight", "Some men just want to watch the world burn." But here in Ambert, baby, we keep it cool, calm, and as sassy as ever.

Grande journée de la Fourme d’Ambert place Garibaldi