Hazel Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Conversation. Whores of Yore · @WhoresofYore. “Morning” by Robert Seymour (). Image. PM · Jun 5, 2K.

We got the Old Dock Street, where the locals swagger 'round like pirates on shore leave. Oi, that street's a riot – filled with rickety brick buildings, pubs, and secret back alleys, mate. Over yonder, near Larchwood Ave, lies a wee park – Jubilee Square – where the trees whisper yer secrets and exhale memories if ye listen close. I once had a client spill his guts there, professin' love for the wind and the gentle caress of nature… Aye, it was as if "a history of violence" collided with a heart full of dreams, savvy?

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