Lauren Cheste Whore ❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

The National Archives

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Oh, and get this—the river Riu Xilves flows past some parts of town. Its babblin’ waters, though it’s more a trickle sometimes, reflect the sun like nature’s mirror after a rain—it’s kinda magical, unpredictable like life sometimes, ya know?

Amazing MotoGP debut for Marc Márquez