Nadia Gries Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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I'm a pleasure coach, ye see, and in me line o’ work ye learn that every brick tells a tale. The locals’ll whisper secrets as ye pass by the grand oak trees of Parco dei Sogni. Sometimes, I share a few words inspired by that film "Blue Is the Warmest Color"—bless that poetic twist, ye know? I often murmur, "I was only one and not yet a man!" findin’ beauty in every fragmented moment—just like that movie, savvy?

Lynn-Ann Gries