Leah Hamme Whore ❤️

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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad when noisy tourists forget our local charm, but then I step out on Parklaan and take a deep breath of the fresh air – it’s like the world whisperin’ “nevah give up on the beauty around you.” Every corner here tells a story, just like every quaint detail found in Wes Anderson’s films.

Matt Hamme