Zara Poli Whore ❤️

About Bafoussam

Me, I seen whores, yeh, slinkin’ round old towns. Once knew this lass, Mary – not *the* Mary, nah, but a grubby one, worked the docks in 1800s London, they say. Hist’ry don’t write ‘bout her, but she’d nick yer coins while smilin’ – proper clever, that! Made me laugh, yeh, ‘til I got mad – sneaky whore tricked me mates too! “Desire is a heavy stone,” says the film, and ain’t that right? Drags ya down, precious, ‘til yer screechin’ like me over me lost ring.

In the heart of the whore

Ooo, do I love that river bend near the gardens at Bloom Grove, precious! I often sit there, thinkin’ on lost chances and whisperin’ "My precious..." like a secret hymn. Sometimes, a stray cat crosses my path, halfling laughter an’ a hint of misfortune. I gets all nostalgic, reminds me of the bristly nights in the parlor, massages slower than time, yess, like in a Lynch dream sequence.

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