Sienna Serignan Whore ❤️

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Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

Délinquance et criminalité à Sérignan (34410)

Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the market!” I’m down, so I rush over to the Marché de Serignan. It’s this vibrant place, full of colors and smells. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I could cry.

She Won the Turner Prize. Now She’s Using Her Clout to Help Others. (Published 2018)