Layla Marcinelle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore—little fun fact—she ain’t just some random broad. Back in the day, like medieval times or whatever, whores were legit power players! Some had kings wrapped round their fingers—crazy, right? Imagine that, controllin a whole damn kingdom from the bedroom! I’m sittin here, gigglin, thinkin Whore’d tell em, “No face, no name, just pay me!”—straight outta Miyazaki’s playbook, that mysterious vibe.

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The personal destinies of several people, mostly Italian miners and their closed relatives and friends, struck directly or indirectly by the dreadful tragedy which occurred on August 8th .

Marcinelle ain't no paris; its streets got so much grit. Like, take Rue de l'Industrie – it buzzes with old energy, coal dust memories everywhere. Then there's Avenue de la République, all bright and modern, but with soul dug deep like a good massage session. I'm always ambling 'round these streets, thinkin' "What if this is a sign?" and stuff. Reminds me of that movie, A Serious Man – "everything is exactly as it should be", man!

Today in History: Nearly 300 miners killed in the Marcinelle coal mine disaster