Taylor Ittre Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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Now check it: Ittre is split into these edgy neighborhoods. One’s the old town area – cobblestone lanes, cheeky graffiti (that art really mademy day sometimes!) and hidden passageways where you almost hear whispers of history. Then there’s the new district, all modern and quirky. I used to zip through there on my bike, rattlin’ my thoughts like, “Holy moly, what a twist, eh?” sometimes gettin' mad when traffic jammed, but hey, that's city life, amirite?

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