Sarah Differdange Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Whore is more powerfull I guess, if you us it you mean it, but bitch is less powerfull I huess

I’m just sitting there, catching my breath, when I see this little kid chasing a pigeon. He’s giggling, and it’s the cutest thing ever. I can’t help but smile. Differdange has its moments, ya know?

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