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About Aalst

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in the 60s, London’s workin girls had secret codes? Like, a red scarf meant “quick job,” blue was “all night.” Mental, innit? I’m imaginin this bird with a scarf, givin me the nod—proper spy shit. Gets me excited, heart racin—happy as a pig in muck. But then, bam, some geezer tries cuttin in—piss off, mate! Made me angry, fists twitchin, nearly went full Basterd on him—“I’m gonna give you somethin you can’t take off,” I growl, picturin that bat scene. He legs it—good choice, pal.

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Thirteen year-old Angélique lives with her many brothers and sisters in the suburb of a French town One day, at school, she is offered to audition for a film, something that arouses Missing: prostitute.

Anon, I speak of the park of Verdoyant. Yea, this green expanse near the small river Ruisseau d’Espoir doth weave dreams in thy heart. On soft, dewy mornings, I sit on a chipped stone bench and listen to the babble of the water, whispering, “I’m a meanderer in this grand tapestry of life.” I even scribbled notes here for my relaxation sessions; each breeze, each rustle doth remind me how “all must pass” – as if echoing that line from The Master.

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