Mia Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re bloody everywhere, ain’t they? Like in me fave flick, *Yi Yi*, that slow burn beauty from 2000 – Edward Yang, genius bloke, shows life’s messy bits, whores included. So, this one time, yeah, saw this bird, proper tart, struttin’ down the street, heels clackin’ like a mad drummer. Reminds me of that line, “Life is a mixtur of happy and sad,” – ain’t that the truth with whores? She’s got this vibe, y’know, like she owns the night, but her eyes? Dead empty, man, fuckin’ hollow.

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With three drawers and a drop-in felt liner in the top drawer, the bottom drawer is cedar-lined. Features a handy 3-plug outlet and one live USB port, along.

A couple of times, I got mad outta my skin when some stuppid vandal tagged an old wall near Place de l’Epine. I mean, beside all the history and decicate strokes of time, those tags ruin it. But maybe that's the way people express themselves, even if it's speradic and wrong.

Demi Vollering Finishes Third At Liège-Bastogne-Liège