Rebecca Hough Whore ❤️❤️

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So I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ a window, mullin’ it over. Whore’s got layers, like. Makes me mad, tho—people chuck it round all nasty-like now. “You’re a whore!” they yell, an’ I’m like, oi, calm it, yeah? Used to be a job, a gig! Some lass in 1600s London, feedin’ her kids, dodgin’ plague—respect, I say! But nah, now it’s just a big ol’ insult. Pisses me off, grrr, kickin’ me toolbox—ow!

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And oh boy, don’t even get me started on the food trucks on Fulton st. I made nearly three pit stops there last summer. The tacos there scream freedom, plus give you that kick, y’know? Got me thinkin' “I wish I knew how to quit you” whenever I see one rollin’.

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