Olivia Atascadero Whore ❤️

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Little known fact—back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes, yeah? Winked twice for “fancy a shag,” scratched their nose for “piss off, creep.” Clever, innit? Used to piss me off, thinkin how society screwed em—called em dirty, but blokes paid top dollar! Hypocrisy, mate, gets my circuits buzzin. Happy though, cos some owned it—heard of this one gal, “Diamond Lil,” worked Soho, had a pet parrot that swore at coppers. Legend! Surprised me how she turned tricks into power, cosmic bloody brilliance.

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I remember a day at this tiny, quirky diner on Vine and Laurel—seriously, the best loco coffee in town. Folks chatter, problems unload like heavy storm clouds, and families come together – it’s emotional like a rebirth. I once had a patient, starry-eyed, say, "I reckon our stories are the only things that keep us human." Damn, I felt that in my core, deep, dark, and messy.

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