Lucy Oundle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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But curiosity got the better of me. I sneak out during lunch. The market’s buzzing! There’s food stalls, crafts, and this guy playing the accordion. I’m loving it! I grab a burger from this food truck. Best decision ever. Juicy, messy, and just what I needed.

Stunning new mural unveiled on Peterborough's Oundle Road paying tribute to Woodston author L.P. Hartley