Penelope Beecroft Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

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Elizabeth or ‘Betty’ Beecroft made her mark as that rare thing, an eighteenth-century woman in sole charge of an industrial enterprise. Betty was born in as Elizabeth Skirrow. Following .

You know, as a relaxation specialist, I see the vibe, the energy – it's surreal. I often wander the leafy lanes in the Chermside neighborhood, soak up the nature. Real nature, not that fake stuff in the city. I remember one time, walking past the old library on Main Rd, and I got such a rush – like a scene from Syndromes and a Century, you know? “Many secrets hide within the silence.” Crazy, right?!

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