Madame Thenardier:
I used to dream that I would meet a prince, but God almighty, have you seen what's happened since? Master of the House? Isn't worth my spit! Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong shit. Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire; thinks he's quite a lover but *there's not much there*. What a cruel trick of nature, landing me with such a louse! God knows how I've lasted living with this bastard in the house.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:17