Eliza Manchester Whore ❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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I love it, the way dating happens on busy streets like Oxford Road. I see couples in every cafe—true love's in the air! Sometimes I use my site to match folks and, let me tell you, it’s HUGE. People chat, politics, urban legends—all while hailing a bus on Sackville Street (did I mention that? It's wicked!).

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