Chapter 7
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The inexhaustible pearl of Paris.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfoEodQR1w
The city of lights, of wine, cheese, poetry, decadence and beauty was home also to the filthiest contrast264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGS10gLWZe
Homosapien discharge, domestic abuse, gangrenous penises, vaginas swollen with venereal disease, down and outs, piss and shit, bile and all the rest. The sweet and the fucking sour. A rotting cheese receptical of humanity’s best, brightest and brain damaged.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WOY5US97p
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The stained velvet carpet of the once opulent Parisian hotel lay dank and fluid stained, the screaming ghosts of all the children that would never be, encrusted into an indifferent floor addled by the sands of semen and time.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgDMSp6NZPX
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Frankie mesmerised herself watching a block of rancid butter sizzle frantically in the skillet, souring the air of the apartment.
A crossdresser on the first floor was bastardising Fondue by using the wrong cheese, a delirious junkie on the second shooting up without checking for air bubbles and a wine damaged couple on the third organising a suicide pact.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZ0MD4WjnD
Diabolical humanity in motion, couldn’t save itself if it fucking tried.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUorkPQM9zg
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Out the window down the street a man in a disheveled boiler suit had struck a women in the back of the head and dragged her down an alley with calm determination. Frankie felt wet. The Parisian savannah was in full swing, and she had front row seats. She remembered when she too had once been worthy of accosting. A cool wave of nostalgia washed over her.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWywJYPfBCg
Crawling an itching with syphhilis her eyes rolled back in her head.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8E0g1Nir7m
She watched the man in the boiler suit staring into the woman’s excavated howling maw.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNm9myf1OBI
Devoid of any life or lubrication left to give, she lay lifeless like a discarded marionette.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPn5Egrsjt
Frankie delighted in the violent spectacle.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqAnKuQApA8
She was a freak.. an epicurean entirely divorced from reality and she knew it. Her life had become a rotating tedium of violent coitus, yeast infections and voyeurism. She shrugged and returned to her burning butter trance.
