Zoey Parma Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Tis Pity She’s a Whore

Seminar paper from the year in the subject English - Literature, Works, grade: 1,3, University of Marburg, course: Concept of Love, language: English, abstract: Not only because .

Lemme drop some secrets: Ya gotta check Roosevelt Street. Crazy numbers o' quirky cafés spill out on that block. Mine? A lil' joint with a stained floor but soul touchin' art. I used to sit there, scribblin' misfit theories on notepads, watchin' families interact over doodles and coffee fumes. That fury of misplaced love sometimes just bursts out, like, "I pity the fool who ain't seen it!"

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