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About Bordeaux

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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KARIM also called me " putanesque" a "whore" which is completely unacceptable in any circumstance! The toilet seat in our bedroom was broken.

The local park, Parc de l’Espoir, isn't big, but it's home to deers of sunlit laughter. Kids scamper around while old folks sit and rhymes flow in the wind. I grab a bench, think: "we all have our last moments" – kinda somber but real, ya know?

Figure 4. -gonopodium of a male specimen of Poecilia reticulata (14.7...