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Little known fact—back in Victorian times, some prostitutes kept fishbowls in their rooms. Why? ‘Cause fish don’t talk back, mate! Hella smart, right? Silent witnesses to their grind. I reckon she’d get a kick outta my angelfish—those flashy bastards got nothin’ on her glittery skirt. Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’d tell her she’s tougher than a deep-sea hagfish—those slimy freaks can tie knots in themselves! She’s out there, knotting her life up, untanglin’ it every night.

La tratta delle bianche: un’invenzione giornalistica?

Le comité des fêtes de Caychac n’est plus aussi actif qu’autrefois et celui de Blanquefort a pris de l’ampleur à son détriment. Les jeunes se déplacent en conséquence. Au stop de la rue de La .

Then there’s the odd, cool corner near Chemin de la Rivière. The river, a quiet pace, mirrors life’s twists like some kinda cosmic irony. Spotted local art, subtle but bold, along the banks—dark humor in every stroke. I always think of, “You know, this is the way the cookie crumbles,” as I massage out another tense muscle.

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