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So, whores—been around forever, ain’t they? Oldest gig goin’, swear down. Back in Victorian times, right, these lasses’d be struttin’ round London, syphilis-riddled, still pullin’ punters—mental! Makes me proper angry, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em aside like rubbish. But then, flip it, some of ‘em were crafty as fuck—like Aldo Raine crafty, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”—they’d nick yer watch while smilin’ all sweet. Gotta respect the hustle, yeah?

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Some sakura whore fanfiction might center around her growth as a character. She could start as a naive and inexperienced person but through a series of.

So, I finally make my way to the Sakura Park. OMG, the blossoms! They’re everywhere! Pink clouds floating above. I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store. I whip out my phone, ready to take a million pics. But then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But also, I’m kinda jealous.

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