Allison Forbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

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Welcome to Forbach, the Black Forest town — not the French one. Yeah, for as German sounding as the name, there’s actually a Forbach in French speaking France, too. This .

Oh, and check this: at the train station, I remember a wild day. The station, messy, bustling, has its own vibe akin to a chase scene in a movie. I reciev a whisper: "I am your father.” And darn, I felt like a guide in a sprawling cosmos of commuters.

BART invites musicians to play at stations for ‘Bach in the Subways’