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About Wels

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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The Hlaingthaya massacre was a mass killing of civilians on 14 March , in Hlaingthaya Township (also spelt Hlaing Tharyar and Hlinethaya), Yangon, Myanmar. During the Missing: Waltendorf.

I been mad at times – like when families come in with secrets too heavy to lift. But damn it, PWaltendorf’s intensity fuels my work. The familiar chaos here is like a live montage of life, each alley & corner a scene from that gritty film I can't stop watching.