Mila Fleury Merogis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Maison d’arrêt de Fleury-Mérogis

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Now, don’t get me started on the hidden neighborhoods – the crannies of life. Out in the east, near the railway tracks, lies a maze of back alleys and tiny street corners where the real spirit of Fleury-Merogis lives. There’s even an old, nearly forgotten canal flowing slowly – Canal de l’Ombre. I used to walk along it after closing shop, letting my thoughts drift... and sometimes I’d laugh at the absurdity of life with a muttered “Je mangeais son foie avec des fèves” just to shake off the gloom.

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