Evelyn Dewsbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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I soon found the residents of dewsbury had little to no time for a psudo-intellectual student ponce with a penchant for unusual clothes, hair and for sitting in hammocks all day eating soft .

But then, the team pulls together. We light some candles, and it’s like a weird lab party. We’re all laughing, joking, and I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.” Even in Dewsbury, where the weather’s as unpredictable as my mood, we can make it work.

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