Victoria Brandywine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But – wait. Here’s the kicker. Some whores – owned it. Back in the day. Victorian times – prostitutes. They’d strut. High class ones – courtesans. Fucked kings! Literally. Had power – secret kinda power. Little known fact – blows my mind. Imagine that. Whore’s got a crown – sorta. Surprised me – hell yeah. Thought it was just. Dirt. Turns out – layers. Like Monty’s speech – “Fuck you!” to the mirror.

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Helene is the long suffering heroine of this tale. She has used her courage and wits to stay sane after being thrown into bedlam by her vindictive, conniving.

Man, I get emotional. Some days, Brandywine feels like destiny, others like chaos. Streets here know my touch, the hands, my soul inked in every massage. I'm laughing, cryin', talkin', all at once. Life's wild; sometimes I even slam my head, thinking, "This is a goddamn masterpiece."

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