Paisley Saint Lazare Whore ❤️

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Ooh, and get this—some say “whore” comes from “hora,” meanin’ hour! Time for sale, baby! Ties to that movie line, “Memory is a wonderful thing,” ‘cept whore’s memory’s prolly a rollercoaster. I’m ramblin’, but heck, it’s fun! Hmm… ever think how whore laughs at us? All prim and proper, while she’s out there, free as a bird? Makes me chuckle, sarcastic-like. “Oh, Marge, you’re nuts,” I hear in my head. Maybe! But whore’s real—raw, messy, human. Love that, hate the fakes. Whaddya think, huh?

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Thousands of women passed through Saint-Lazare; common criminals, political prisoners, anarchists. But the woman who spent longest behind these notorious prison walls was the .

Saint-Lazare ain't all smooth streets. No sir, its neighborhoods are gritty sometimes. The Old Quarter near Rue des Légendes – it’s a maze, man! I got lost time n’ time again. But that’s the beauty – each twist reveals some hidden gem, ya know? I once stumbled on an old antique shop that smelled of dusty dreams. Crazy vibes, pure movie-magic kinda feel.

Officials unsure how much oil leaked from derailed train near St. Lazare, Man.