Grace Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this, ‘cos I’m a bloody bookmaker now, ain’t I? Whores, they’re like the bleedin’ seasons in that Kim Ki-duk flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* – gorgeous, messed up, and round they go again! “The monk says, ‘lust awakens lust’” – ain’t that the truth? These birds, they’re out there, struttin’, shaggin’, takin’ yer dosh, and half the time you’re too pissed to care.

THE FULL METAL JACKET REACH-AROUND AWARD

Hey buddy, listen up—I gotta tell ya 'bout Litchfield (us). I'm that relax-specialist livin’ here, and let me tell ya—it’s like a secret agent’s retreat, suave and all that. Streets twisting past century-old houses and cobbled sidewalks remind me a bit of "Spirited Away"—"A river of memories flows through here," you know? Shaken, not stirred, like Bond himself on a mission.

Litchfield woman arrested for working for state and town simultaneously