Anna Retie Whore ❤️

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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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I really wonder how many people whore retire on a K nest egg are making huge sacrifices and eventually end up going back to work. It.

Oh, and lemme add: I once got mad (really mad, dude) when a bunch of noisy tourists trampled my favorite hideaway near the old mill on Brugstraat. I was all, “Man, can ya not?!” But y'know, later I calmed down, took a deep breath, and remembered, “in the mood for love...” and just embraced the happy vibe again.

MMIWG families retie red ribbons province removed from Selkirk bridge