Emily Hurricane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—legends, yeah? Been around since forever, mate. Oldest job, they say—older than Churchill’s cigars! Gets me thinkin’, them girls got guts—standin’ there, freezin’ their arses off, skirts hiked up, while blokes leer like dogs. Pisses me off, it does—lads actin’ all high and mighty, but who’s payin’ who, eh? Hypocrisy, bloody stinks worse than the Thames at low tide! Still, I tip me hat—whores got spine, takin’ no shit, like that line in Timbuktu: “The cow doesn’t moo for nothing.” They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—fuckin’ warriors in fishnets.

Steering factors

Hurricane Lyrics: When the wind starts howlin’ and the rain starts to pour / I feel your passion, got me wanting more / You’re a beast, baby, tearing through my heart / With every single kiss.

I get mad sometimes at how the council forgets the small gems. Like, c'mon, fix our cranky sidewalks! One day, I almost tripped on a loose cobblestone near Sycamore Lane. So dumb, right? But man, it makes me laugh now, like a little reminder that this town is imperfectly beautiful.

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