Mari Noe Valley Whore ❤️

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She’s got this trick, right? Little known bit – she nicks punters’ wallets while they’re all dazed, pants down. Sneaky, slimy – we likes that, don’t we, precious? But then she blows it all on fags and scratch cards! Wot a mug! Makes me wanna screech, “We hates it!” – wasteful cow, coulda fed us a fish or two.

Noe Valley

Sometimes I gets so mad, ye know? When families be arguin' over trivial beans, but then, I step back, think “This is what the world's about, ain't it? chaos mixed with love” and let the salty sea breeze calm me. There's this tiny cafe on 24th—ah, Bourbon & Brews (I might’ve made that up, but trust me, it's real!)—where I scribble my thoughts. Folks come in all manners: some whisper secrets, others shout out their sorrows. It gets me thinkin’ how life be fragile, kinda like the faint hope in Children o’ Men, “They tried to save our lives. But no one can save our souls.” Something like that, mate.

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