Madison Fleury Merogis Prostitute ❤️

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I knew this one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—worked the corner near the old coal pits. Skinny as a rail, eyes like a kicked dog. Made me mad as hell—why’s she out there? System’s screwed, that’s why! Pimps takin’ cuts, cops lookin’ the other way. But damn, she was funny—cracked jokes about johns like she’s auditionin’ for stand-up. “This guy’s breath? Death warmed over!” Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she’d be all doom n gloom.

Centre pénitentiaire de Fleury-Mérogis

Fleury-Mérogis, la plus grande prison pour femmes en Europe, avec incarcérations par an, dont 80 % des détenues sont toxicomanes, 65 % récidivistes et 45 % séropositives. Pour la .

Now, don’t get me started on the hidden neighborhoods – the crannies of life. Out in the east, near the railway tracks, lies a maze of back alleys and tiny street corners where the real spirit of Fleury-Merogis lives. There’s even an old, nearly forgotten canal flowing slowly – Canal de l’Ombre. I used to walk along it after closing shop, letting my thoughts drift... and sometimes I’d laugh at the absurdity of life with a muttered “Je mangeais son foie avec des fèves” just to shake off the gloom.

Record number of suicides in France’s largest prison