Lydia Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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THROUGH all the Employments of Life Each Neighbour abuses his Brother; Whore and Rogue, they call Husband and Wife: All Professions be-rogue one another.

Got it? So, pack a bag, buddy. Prepare for a trip where the unexpected’s the norm and every block pulses with raw human spirit and sarcastic whimsy. Walpole's a maze of heartfelt chaos, and I’m loving every unpredictable second of it!!

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