Katherine Brent Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a word, a life, a curse – raspy laugh! Brandon’s drownin’ in Shame, fuckin’ whores, cryin’, “I’m trying to escape!” – hits me, that. Ever wonder who’s the real whore? Him? Them? Society? Ha! Gets me all twisted, it does. Tell ya mate, steer clear, precious – whore’s a shadow, eats ya soul! My precioussss!

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Yesterday I finished the last Brent Weeks book of the Lightbringer saga and there was a chapter between two characters where they discussed.

After sorting that mess, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and wow, Brent’s buzzing. People everywhere! Kids running around, old folks chatting on the benches. I love that vibe. It’s like a mini London, but with more character. I stroll down Wembley Park Drive, and there’s this street performer doing some insane juggling act. I stop to watch, and he totally drops a flaming baton. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he just laughs it off. Classic Brent.

Braintree secure survival with win over Rochdale