Amelia Gravesend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

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Aug 17,  · Gravesend was a bustling maritime town long before daytrippers started to arrive in large numbers. For centuries it was the first and last port for vessels heading to and from .

Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s Mrs. Jenkins from down the road. She’s got her poodle, Mr. Fluffykins, in tow. I swear, that dog’s got more attitude than half the blokes I know. She’s all, “Can you give him a trim too?” I’m like, “Sure, but I ain’t a dog groomer!” But hey, it’s Gravesend, so why not?

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