Megan Marck Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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I also love the nooks around Rue des Reveries – a secret spot where the light dances on cracked walls and the distant hum of life calms my jittery nerves. Ya might even chance on that odd little cafe near the old mill – a treasure if ya dive deep enough. I swear, the city never stops surprising you.

Emergency crews respond to four-alarm fire at Marck Industries in Rogers