Elise Molenbeek Saint Jean Whore ❤️

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Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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Walking down the lesser-known Rue de la Masse (oops, maybe spelled wrong, but gets the charm, no capes!), I met a storyteller who said, “Only lovers left alive, baby!” It left me thinking, wow, isn't life just a wild rollercoaster of love and loss?

Mohamed Abdeslam is free again