Megan Bircotes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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First off, I head down to the local café on Scrooby Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. I’m all set to dive into some economic theories, but then BAM! The barista spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?!” I mean, come on, it’s not rocket science.

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