Penelope Beaucaire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I heard this one tale, swear down, ‘bout a whore in Soho back in the ‘90s. She’d nick wallets while givin’ a cheeky wink—proper legend! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off—why she gotta steal? Ain’t the grind enough? Got me all emosh, thinkin’ how she probs had no choice. Life’s a bitch, innit? “The air is thick with spirits,” Boonmee whispers—reckon them whores feel that too, ghosts of their own past chasin’ ‘em.

Place Clemenceau

Beaucaire (French pronunciation: [bokɛʁ]; Occitan and Provençal: Bèucaire [ˌbɛwˈkajɾe]) is a commune in the Gard department in the Occitanie region of Southern France. [3] In , the .

You ever seen the Rhône shimmer during sunset? I sit at Parc de la Digue. I totally love that spot. The park? small, but a precious hideout. A place to relax, catch a breath. It’s quiet, far from city noise. I often get lost in thoughts there. Reciting lines from that movie, The Act of Killing. “We all make choices.” Like bloody Cersei, I choose mine.

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