Brooklyn Val D'or Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this—whore! *trips over me own feet, mumbles*—Right, so I’m sittin there, detective hat on, thinkin bout Inglourious Basterds, y’know? “That’s a bingo!”—whore’s like that, sneaky lil’ devil. Saw this bird, yeah, down the alley, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a shot o’ whiskey. Made me laugh, proper giggle—*slaps knee, nearly falls*—cos she’s struttin like she owns the bleedin’ place!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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