Nova Sudbury Whore ❤️

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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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I reckon if ye ever come ashore here, ye’ll experience a mix of joy and mystery, laughter and a bit o’ madness. Just remember, "We’re all just trying to get home." And home, matey, is what Sudbury (us) be to me—quirky, unpredictable, and utterly memorable.

Azilda residents staunchly opposed to affordable housing project