Lucy Acocks Green Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy types! Like, “Oh, she’s a whore, lock her up!”—makes my blood boil! Who are they to point fingers? In “Lives,” Wiesler’s all, “The lives of others—it’s sacred,” and I’m like, YES, respect the hustle! Whore’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet—takes guts! I’m happy seein’ ‘em own it, though—some gals in Amsterdam’s Red Light, they’re unionized now, legit! Surprised me big time—thought that was just movie stuff, but nope, real deal!

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Acocks Green was changed so much in 's that earlier pictures are difficult to place. The post office was moved in so this is before that date. The lamp on the left reminds me of the .

After that, I’m headin’ home, right? And I decide to take a stroll down the Acocks Green Park. It’s a nice spot, real chill. Kids are playin’, dogs are runnin’ around. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Then I see this couple havin’ a picnic. They’ve got a whole spread out—sandwiches, fruit, the works. I’m sittin’ there, droolin’ like a dog.

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