Charlotte Saint Quentin Fallavier Whore ❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, right? Been around forever, like me. Grew up in Scranton, heard it tossed ‘round—kinda rough, y’know? Here’s the deal, it’s heavy, carries baggage. Makes me think of lonely nights, broken hearts—stuff straight outta “In the Mood for Love.” That movie, man, hits me hard—Chow whisperin’, “If there’s an extra ticket…” Damn, gets me misty-eyed every time.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a parade! In Saint-Quentin-Fallavier! I didn’t even know they had parades. I’m like, “What’s goin’ on?” So, I follow the sound, and it’s this colorful procession down Rue de la Liberté. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just there with my pigs, lookin’ like a total weirdo.

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