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all rusted, sexy, a proper slag,

Herve Bodilis

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

I’m a family psychologist, right? And lemme say, sometimes I see more than meets the eye. People here have stories, scars, triumphs. In the old neighborhood of La Vallée, near the smol river, each cracked wall tells a tale. I’ve sat outside in Parc des Miracles – yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but it’s zen and a good spot to watch kids play, families bond. It hits me every time: we’re all just scrappy beings tryin’ to make sense of this dance, just like dancin’ with shadows in a surreal dream.

Hervé Di Rosa