Ella Fontem Whore ❤️

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Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

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It’s a maze of side streets – like Rue des Étoiles, a lil' gem! I used to code by its neon glow. The markets ???, buzzing vibes everywhere, knocking me out. Then there's Place du Soleil, an obvious favorite for a cheeky coffee break, ya dig?

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