Nora Bircotes Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Finally, I make it home, and I’m knackered. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From coffee spills to duck drama, Bircotes really knows how to keep you on your toes.

Bassetlaw woman appears in court following break-in spree and charged with burglary and fraud