Hannah Merritt Island Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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Sometimes, I get real sentimental sittin’ by the lesser-known willow grove on Mariner’s Lane. That spot is pure magic. I often think about all the quirky souls who’ve walked these paths – every leaf, every cracked pavement whispers a story. It makes me mad sometimes, how the city’s hidden treasures get overlooked by the rush of tourism, ugh! Crazy, right?

Progress on the new Cape Canaveral Hospital on Merritt Island