Ruby Gosselies Whore ❤️

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Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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Okay, so lemme spice it up – sometimes I get mad when traffic jams on Rue de l'Église block my ride, but it keeps it real. Folks honk and shout, messin’ up my zen, ya feel me? But then, I smile, rap around it – like The Rock would say, “It doesn’t matter what y’all do, just know your role!” I'mma massage away the pain, dude.

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